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If was a game
I already know I would come out winner
And I'm not braggin', be in her
But bitch really think that I'm 'bout to buy her dinner
My steak good, I got a good cut splinter
Juicy and hot such a black temper
Now she wanna talk and it up like a blender
But I don't give a and keep her list'in like Schindler
She's but her forehead's big
Got stretch like she got four kids
Her legs can't close like the four door hinge
That O.J. the white hos with
A wealthy white girl the facelift
her with expensive dinners and a nice bracelet
Leave the bitch breathless, the bitch don't know is that
I'm a muthafuckin' sellout and a

Baby, an angel
How 'bout we turn this into a fable of some
You already know dead
Ironic cause your lipstick is red, of
I stuff you in the trunk,
Cause all I wanna do is fuck and snort blow

If this was a
I would be considered a legend
And I ain't tryna gas you up Chevron
But I'm as fuck bitch, you really need to get on my leverage
Now in the cabin, in the middle of uhh
Tryna find to really stuff you in my cabinet
little bastard, I done ran outta luck so now
It's time for a bloody foot you rabbit
You're very attractive, and that
My hat is always the color of
And I hang with wolves I'm an evil Bastard
Pictures of you on my wall no glue, no but just cum plastered
Met you at my school, departed at my
Ended at your panties, started at your
Pushed you down stairs, I took a nap up on the
If you wanted a date, don't
Now you make it easy for me don't run
You call this shit kids, well I call these cum
And you call shit rape but I think that rape's fun
now it's about eight somethin
It's late and you stuck in my
downstairs with nothin' but a shoe string
Yeah this date's done

Baby, an angel
How we turn this into a fable of some sort?
You already know dead
Ironic cause your lipstick is red, of
I you in the trunk, drunk
Cause all I wanna do is fuck and snort blow

I like my girls how I my drugs, white
Lord, so pretty, lyin' in my arms
I just got one request, breathin'