your fuckin' song
Singer:pac div
best stay out my fucking life
bitches gotta say i'm right
even if they know i'm wrong
hurry up we gonna be late
girl you take too fucking long
you ain't gotta perpetrate you know this your fucking song!
then proceed to slaughter
i swear you act just like virgins
the way i'm teaching this sermon
it's not a god idea to jump in here and feed piranhas
you'll be another statistic
we ain't no back pack rap group
i don't read the dictionary
tell your bitch that she could grind it
work it and i'll be behind it
goin' deep into your hymen
'bout to win another heisman
she says she love to ride it
well hop on it i'm the fucking pilot
this is her favorite song
just like this her favorite thong
back then she said no to drugs
now she's like let's hit the bong
i'll be like you smoke too much
she'll be like you joke too much
turn your ass around and get your fingers in your toes to touch
keep her in the cobra clutch
get so deep i'm on them guts
i should take a photo boy
cause i be on that ass like that man who ride the polo horse
get it on them polo sheets
that's why we call polo sports
she look like a fanta girl
i'm working on my manners
nigga how you're rolling?
we save all that fo' a woman
well i call that there the omen
gone to tacoma by the morning
mouth piece like i'm on the corner fo' the hoein'
out in south beach like i'm going to the hole and
y'all just goin' through the motions
easy like a young billy ocean
focus on my visions seen the options really open
got an l.a. bitch but her ass really open
no going through emotions
pulled her at the coliseum
pull up then i gotta serve them all like the dopeman
you know how we're rolling
we know what we're holding!