[Intro Sample: Blondie - Heart of Glass]
Once I had a love and it was a gas
Soon turned out had a heart of glass
[Verse 1]
Sentimental on the microphone on the reala
Thinkin' 'bout the shit I done I should'a done betta
Thinkin' that I know but I don't know betta
No betta than I really know the tip of my Beretta
Always get sick, never really gettin' betta
Sick of the bullshit, sick of nice weatha
92 degrees, and I'm in a damn sweata
Chick roll up, get lighter than a featha
Baby momma left ya 'cause I bone a lot betta
Started kickin' it with'a till she beggin' for tha chedda
Kick her to tha curb, I don't share my damn skrilla
Don't know about you, I'm a lot betta
Kickin' it alone, gettin cut up like a shredda
Make a bitch cum, give it to me by the liter
Won't clean it up, won't clean it up neither
Smash from the back, that's an onomatopoeia
[Verse 2]
There's no other way to say what I really wanna say
So I'm gonna keep it plain, it's like this
Most you mothafuckers that I know ain't shit
Can't catch a ride, so you ridin' that dick
Separate the ones tryna tell it like it is
From the ones tryna bring a mothafucka down with they ass
Neva trust a mothafucka wearin' skinny jeans down to they knees
Jersey of a team that they never seen
Neva keep it clean, I'm a downright dirty abuser of LSD
Run away with a one way ticket to a permanent dream
Don't follow me unless you wanna be free
Bitch that's a joke hoe, ain't nothin' free
Lifetime slave to the G-O-P
G-O-P slave to the G-O-D
I ain't neva seen such a thing so I don't believe
Once I had a love and it was a gas
Soon turned out had a heart of glass
[Verse 1]
Sentimental on the microphone on the reala
Thinkin' 'bout the shit I done I should'a done betta
Thinkin' that I know but I don't know betta
No betta than I really know the tip of my Beretta
Always get sick, never really gettin' betta
Sick of the bullshit, sick of nice weatha
92 degrees, and I'm in a damn sweata
Chick roll up, get lighter than a featha
Baby momma left ya 'cause I bone a lot betta
Started kickin' it with'a till she beggin' for tha chedda
Kick her to tha curb, I don't share my damn skrilla
Don't know about you, I'm a lot betta
Kickin' it alone, gettin cut up like a shredda
Make a bitch cum, give it to me by the liter
Won't clean it up, won't clean it up neither
Smash from the back, that's an onomatopoeia
[Verse 2]
There's no other way to say what I really wanna say
So I'm gonna keep it plain, it's like this
Most you mothafuckers that I know ain't shit
Can't catch a ride, so you ridin' that dick
Separate the ones tryna tell it like it is
From the ones tryna bring a mothafucka down with they ass
Neva trust a mothafucka wearin' skinny jeans down to they knees
Jersey of a team that they never seen
Neva keep it clean, I'm a downright dirty abuser of LSD
Run away with a one way ticket to a permanent dream
Don't follow me unless you wanna be free
Bitch that's a joke hoe, ain't nothin' free
Lifetime slave to the G-O-P
G-O-P slave to the G-O-D
I ain't neva seen such a thing so I don't believe
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