I'mma talk about it
I'mma talk
I'mma talk about it
I'mma talk about it
I'mma talk about it
Goddamn it I'm into risqué sex two hoes can swallow me
If a bitch giving brain I'm giving lobotomies
If I offend an' hoe, woman pardon me
I was taught the birds and bees by sluts and freak
I was reared in the gutter and schooled in the streets
By murderous motherfuckers that robbed and geeked
And I'm an unrefined savage stalking your city streets
In a brain blowed Impala on 20 inch feet
And in the name of a dollar I'll forgo sleep
Fuck napping in the trap I'd rather snort some P
In fact, take it in her Venus nigga fucking with me
The name, Killer Mike, the Hood, ADP
All I'm saying if is if you ain't down dammit get down
With these boys in these Crowns slanging dope in the A-Town
We got what you want, exactly what you need by the pound
That straight motherfucking blow so get it now bounce
All I'm saying if is if you ain't down dammit get down
With these boys in these Crowns slanging dope in the A-Town
We got what you want, exactly what you need by the pound
That straight motherfucking blow so get it now bounce
She's a goobler, gobbler, Jenny the jism swallower
Feed that bopper gin, see her bend, hear her holler
Rottweiler on the dick, keep your bitch cuffed and collared
She done grasshoppered every nigga in Impala
You the type to cut her grass and change the chickens tires
I wouldn't piss on her tongue if her mouth was on fire
Last night she gave me brain, today she with her man
That dude giving head, he don't even know it man
Well anyway God loves children, fruits and lames
I'm the marathon man when it comes to running games
Let Sugar Papa purchase Prada
I'm tryna get that (...), tap that ass and dip like tomorrow