back slappin gram packin findin answers after acid
dude im going hard like the opposite of flaccid
she speak fluent Sanskrit, suck a mean dick
poppin puss like some fuckin Crisco out the pan bitch
im from the dirty dale
we serve some weight and make the bail
weed scales in the back seat quiet don’t you tell
fuck getting caught up with that bullshit intent to sell
skateboard drugs I hit the bowl and she nicked a rail.
We gon do what we came here to do
Choose the girls that’s lookin cute so maybe we can share some doobs
Voices taking over fast forward to the for-uh-play
Got the pussy warmed up like an oven and im bobby flay
Beat the box like biz markie
Take a break and light more tree
Sippin on a cold drink
Mickey 40’s if you please
Now she back up on her knees
And lining up another bump
She do her thang
She know wassup
I showed her the life and she wont give it up

Cuz I can show you a few thangs
Baby girl you can call me ya boo thang
Smoke blunts while we drive in the fast lane
Promise even when I blow itll be the same
Same old G
Same old me
Same niggas since day one rollin up green
Now we got billion dollar dreams
makin paper schemes
haven’t done the job till I make the pussy sing
I only mean a call when I say ill give her a ring
I gotta talk about what I love
Major plugs in the east to exclusive showings and dope clubs
English aint her first language
Speak Spanglish
Twistin thistles and feelin herself from poppin thizzles
Ride wit a baddy that call me daddy im kinda cold
smoke the shit that look like piccolo
you other rappers in a pickle doe
smooth shit call me vic damone
bong rips hit it nice and slow
suit & tie cuz im killin em with looks tonight
after shows we packin lunches just to catch a flight
immigrate to different lands like your grandpa
a better time you’ll never find call me lou rawls

swear to god I can show you a few things
we can do a road trip or we can catch a plane
High octane gas in both tanks
Suit & tie on girl I aint playin games
Make a nigga wanna sang when you you do ya thang
Yea
Rippin these shows wit ridiculous flows
Ghetto pool party im running thru hose
Nigga like me just gotta stay blowed
Playin street fighter win 8 in a row
Getting my name buzzin hittin the road
Boy imma monster and U.E.O.N.O
Love me or hate me I do it for the passion in me
Instead of mickey dees its steaks wit salad fresh and crispy
The European motor weaving thru the traffic swiftly
Six speed
Getting head, blowin Z’s
I think she said before her parents from the phillipines
Believe you me I never let her get the best of me
I got whatever you like baby its your world
Me and my yella honey mix like chocolate caramel swirls