imma sort of hot, bitch
u'd betta catch my speech
coz i dont wanna fool around listenin' yo highest pitch
& on this hand, bitch
is laying yo wish
i fucked dat pussy last night & dat is my language
what i cud say
why dont u ask
cmon lets learn
dat fuckin' task
dont give a shit
step outta me
you cut ur hair
imagine dat it was yo memories
And on dat party damn
she sucked my dick so well
i dont remember her name
but she's now with u & got a sleazy fame what a shame
dont blame urself
yo goddamn rapping cause me so much pain
ye, ye, seems pretty the same
i played dat endless game
but aint see now trouble here
cause dat shit's so lame
if u dont know what u r
dont play with people again
coz ur behavior is a copy of da monkey under champagne
what u call a style ?
im da highway star
if u wanna be dat high
admit ignorance now (why?)
imagination shud be bleached
da mind is da supa- power
that shud be preached
imma smokin a blunt
my though is on furious hunt
while u lookin at da mirror
takin selfie of yo cunt
imma gettin low
let thus beats to flow
decision is an freedom
dats why i feel self back home
