(Bang out) Now they wanna come with a nigga Get to the pinnacle, get some with a nigga Get done, get gun, get sprung with a nigga Re-evaluate your fate, if you want monogamy then skate You gotta let everybody get a taste and if you wanna date You gotta wait for Mister.Yates! I'ma put this space this place all up in your face Picture me painting pretty pussy with a pen and pad And picking a pair of provocative peaches to press to the pace Let's get this straight, I am the maker of emotion on my planet You will be blessed at the gate Complex when the mate is one that could have any woman breathing So you might end up with a chest full of hate, less to debate If women would just ride, she feeling my love vibe I'm feeling her cup size, she willing to plug guys I'm given her bug eyes from my dick in her thighs She thinking it was lies When her name changed from baby to Sherlock Holmes When you want to shit and she go through your phone To see if there's pictures of bitches with no clothes on Now she pissed at the photos, looking like a ho show Thinking every one of them are gonna get the pogo Or prolly done had it She highly combative, but no-no Shining the light on me with cheater up on the go bro When we first started out you knew we was on the low-low Now you feeling Bozo, peeping through my property like you loco Thinking I'm sticking them and slanging more meat than Fogo
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