Verse 1 Ho, the only thing you gotta know My dick touch the ground when I'm sitting on the floor You think I'm gonna fall off? I got advice for ya holmes Fall asleep in your car In your garage with the engine on I'm playing ping pong with your bitch jaw You the type to have a sing-along in Superman drawls I got a red head ho I call her Molly Ringwald She like to take a lot of Molly And bring Adderall Sipping white wine 'til the sunset Before it got dark she already got naked Necked her for a second Then she got reckless Rump shaker, wrecks and FX'd it Bum stickity bum stickity bum Das EFX'ed it Left her bum sticky Fell asleep on the terrace Me on the beat, that's a hate crime With black ink, I murder white lines Baseline
Verse 2 What's with all the ho shit? Your flow's atrocious The amount of weed I smoke is copious Eyes red like Soviet Dog, you're on some bogus shit These novice poets are not my associates Ferocious; but the flows inappropriate But if you approach this they might call encroachment I'm so bent, oh shit Got your bitch soakin' I ain't Clarence Carter But bitch I be Strokin' Ho, are you outta your mind? I tell a bitch like this "You are not that fine" I don't give a bitch shit No, not a dime But bitch, for you I ain't even got time The sunshine in the thunder storm Catching clouds smelling like the green giant underarm I can never cop her holmes I just give her Sutter Homes Nut all on her butt Wipe it up, then I send her home BaselineTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
