Tits, Clits, and Bong Hits (hed) p.e.

Neva' fear
Sluts in the front, Ho's in the rear
Tits, clits, bong hits your fist in the air!
Aw, DJ!
My fellow freakers, dancers, tweakers
Hah, come on we blow up these speakers
Well I know I kinda fuck like a virgin in sundress and sneakers
God damn, your pussy like squeaking
Them lips they like speaking, listen I hear 'em laughing at you
I kinda like what that pussy put me through, say what?
I kinda like what that dirty little ho put me through
Shit could be worse
Second verse
Phase 2
Could be you
Let her cum and go get intra talkin' shit talkin' fag
We roll the weed with the Rolex tag, come at me
When he see me lock dressed and he said
Baby, I know it was on the way you from me, how we chomp a tit
My trick, the stripper sit down on this, uh-uh-uh
Aw baby told me the new years of the math
Ha yeah I'll write a check, biggest fine, make it fat
You financing my next hydro sack
Sixty laps later, 6 G's later
See me chillin' with the 8 track in the 48 tracks
The contracts, I sign the spark lines, sinners, backflights
Tits, clits, bong hits, so hot, super fly
Yo D why they tripin? Ha
It's cause we get into HB strippers that they playin' to play hands on
Yeah you fucking pussy, so don't say shit
Yeah you know who got my back
Got some more nigga come up in that white boy G strap
This is for the ho, my ho, bro's who know
And the nigga T-Love, where he's at nobody know
And the kids at the liquor store I'll be buying beer
For a mummy or myself, but I'll brak the tour