Wednesday, April 6, 2011

That's What They Call

Man, I aint got nothing but some pussy and some paper
I keep a bad bitch like a muthafucking laker
I don’t love them hoes, fuck that pussy till its aching.



We don’t need no navigation, we go where the money takes us
Muthafucking fools, like the first of fucking April
I aint never been a pussy, have you ever been in pussy
Thats so muthafucking good, feel like a treasure in a pussy
I’m a shovel in a pussy, or devil to them pussy
Spill the champagne on them pussies
Yeah, same shit different rest room
Stop playing, I turn ya chest into a flesh wound
Ha, you would never guess who in my guest room.



They say fuck me, then Karma came
And since my case, I got my guns in my momma name.



And I stay high bitch, fly like the largest plane
You Captain save a ho, cuffin like a sargeant man
Duck tape on the handle of my pistol nigga
And I don’t spit no more I drool like a retarded man
Shawty on my lap, watch me pump pump up the party man
Dont you hold a grudge cause your bitch chose me, I’m sorry man.

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