yeah... a price to pay for the girls you lay life's gonna hang you a one day before your or your life get took get a girl, a or a playboy book
one time
sitting at a red trying to get my right girl pass with a monster-ass mentally I manustry my expanded her I demanded the questions I her were nice and discrete but now she's in my seat turn up the went to my without a hassle oh, it felt great in her she was sexy her was Morgan I loved the way she sucked my organ I road it and it finally (uhh) went to the bathroom because I couldn't it oh I down and I was trippin' because I'd blood drippin' off the tip of my it take a genius to figure a virgin scrubbed my dick detergent I'm in the mix, if you what I mean 'cause the only sixteen your are hard your bootie's but cutie I to drop you off grabed my keys then smashed down the trying to get rid of the but her mama standing in the yard at me weird 'cause I'm gangsta geared I looked old with a fro and a beard she looked at me if I was I off in my honey stote daytons turned the shit up had the go knocking stressing like a mothafucker going back to turned down the street and I was homey Sheriff department straight on me we just need to ask a few homey why the fuck you these handcuffs on me? got to the station, now tellin' me that shit I did was a maybe you can release your rap when you through doing time for statutorial
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Met this girl named Kim working at she was nice and she got a man but she don't to him you let her tell it sniff that you can probably smell it she got a baby, offcourse, offcourse her and her man is going a divorce we kept so good so far we started back to my car fired up the went to my house pulled down my pants, started cheatin' on my with the slow tempo, I fucked the braud , but she's a bitch likes it fast and hard oh my god girl is odd lost my as I shot my wad on my pants, cocked up my gat I gotta get rid of hood rat 'cause she's callin' up her man on my time for this bitch to take her ass home after ejaculation, took the bitch home with no no more or s gate I pulled out my all-white too tape I'm playin' too short and the still hit Ima the bitch walk if she talks some shit got to her house on the curve threw my head fired up some herb she asked me do you come in I said wait a woman who do you with she said I'm single, I don't play that I lie I tell every guy you gotta call me first you come by I alright put my car in then I walked I hit the for my '83 caddy she was yippin' and about her daddy talkin' her hoochie pitch she called her baby-daddy a old bitch talkin' shit loud and bitch talking but she his ass said she socked him a lil' old hoe we was disturbed by a knock on the damn who's where's my gat I hope I don't die fucking this hood-rat I'm trying to be one of those Palmdale but now I'm caught in some but now I'm caught in chaos but now I'm caught... hey man the TV and the was playin' I couldn't quite figure out what they was they voices started and im sitting on the couch should I stay? should I should I grab bitch by her fucking weave her in the eye bitch don't lie you knew your baby-daddy was fixing to by and you me in now at the shape im in my are sweaty my was tense stood up fool I take the suspense I walked to the door nervous Im not ready for a service opened the door, calm and I got eye contact with the she talked him as if he was small come to find out like seven feet tall I he smoke he gave me a pound his hand I walked right the man jumped in my '83 drove down the then I never came back to the house grabbed the mic and started rappin' about the shit that could've happened
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