bet uncut (october)

make up on the pillowcase

hickeys on the neck

i told you not to leave it i'm tryna keep us a secret

not because you ain't good enough i love yo ass to death

just i don't trust myself and girl you shouldn't really either

but you

do

you stay around

you got my back

i lay you down

we right back at it

fuckin like some addicts

somehow shit just happens

and you light one up say it enhance the passion

that's all you lookin for

girl that's all you really need

substituting passion with the feeling when i'm in between

we can't be

not with the type of dream i'm tryna reach

can't rap bout fuckin these hoes if i got a girl at home

so i feel wrong when we back with each other under covers and i'm askin her all of a sudden

you can't take it yo heart breakin cause you realize what the truth is

and i stop playin stupid shit you really ain't that clueless

and these hoes tryna get to know a nigga

bitch i'm more interested in what you tryna show a nigga

i take the music and the fame look i really can't concern hoes

i'd die without my team

rest in peace joe paterno

bet i'm rollin she let me fuck

bet me ten i leave with a dub

bet i put my hands underneath the soap suds in the tub and i swere off after i fuck

she know that a real nigga know wassup

she want that bet uncut

play boosie light candles and roll up

she want that bet uncut

now pop that pussy for me

just pop that pussy for me

just pop that pussy for me

just pop that pussy for me

just pop that pussy for me

just pop that pussy for me

bitch pop that pussy for me

bet i'm rollin she let me fuck

bet me ten i leave with a dub

bet i put my hands underneath the soap suds in the tub and i swere off after i fuck

she know that a real nigga know wassup

she want that bet uncut

play boosie light candles and roll up

she want that bet uncut

now pop that pussy for me

just pop that pussy for me

just pop that pussy for me

just pop that pussy for me

just pop that pussy for me

just pop that pussy for me

bitch pop that pussy for me

bounce that ass one time for the savage

one xan' and you can't stop laughin

your dad would be mad if i fogged out his maybach so don't even ask what the fuck i been ashin

i'm off krokodil and a sherm stick call carmen for her connect's number

and this cali bitch want me to fuck her like pics she reblog on tumblr

got a free spirit trapped up in the hood

got a grip up on that handle

got a white girl that dance with white girls who keep my choppa in her satchel

color coordinating my money into purple green and yellow

and she ain't a real hipster bitch if her hair ain't purple green or yellow

on my hip you see that magnum

the hips on that bitch like i took her out a maxim

and that gold herringbone shine give her flashbacks of that magnum

hit my dope boy phone i send the telephone number

took her on a trip to guatemala just to drive she copped a hummer

maxed out her daddy's black card

and this ain't jibberish on my freshjive

hoodie

lil bitch

that's my credit card number

cracked the window so 'trol could smell the cigs

smoke coulda bring pictures you paint to life

not even in chalkzone

bitch i'm coppin paintings from takashi murakami

while i'm taking hollister off holly

and poppin molly's with molly

and i ain't gon apologize when i say you fuck niggas is sorry

i'm in a rocking chair

waiting on my fuckin blood to call me

or in a room at the fontainebleau

blowin' tree

flippin a young blonde bitch's stomach

call that marley and me