Nobody’s Perfect Mad Sadiq

[Brain]:
Aye, that sauceman. Yea, that sauceman. Aye, that sauceman

[Heart}:
Oh my Gosh. Can you please shut up. You're really getting on my nerves now yo. Like, we need a song for the ladies

[Mad Sadiq}:
It doesn't matter if you go to church every Sunday or you don't believe in anything at all. The definition of sin is the transgression against a principle or standard

BROSO
PLAYA we out here
Mr. Jackson

[Verse 1]:
This is for all the ones that slept on
Stank hoes I crept on
Sour niggas and Epsom
Mad he cooking with Teflon
He got a Colombian-a
Remind him of her sweet mama
She making money already and ain't down with that drama
She praise me like Dalai Lama
Throw neck like that crazy llama
Drop it like it's hot, cause she know I'll make her pop
And I'm praying that her pops, won't hate me like the cops
'Bout solid as a rock, wang Johnson like The Rock
Cause I put it in her bottom, prol-ly hurts a lot
Crying and she getting snot (ew)
All up on my jock
But I banged her like a Glock
All the time like a clock
And I nutted on her face
Make her faithful like Mase
If she scream grab the tape, pray to God this not rape
Aw, shit
Cause you know that I will tape it
Said her name was V, so you know she let me take it
Think I'm falling in love, ouu girl let me taste it
Instead I G-T-A, so you know that I was wasted
Now lady, lady
You deserve less stress
So please be with me cause nobody's perfect