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I'm in the crib butt naked b*tch She said my d*ck could be the next black president Americans hate the I'm American Medicine, I treat it like peppermints Uh, I'm in the ocean getting shark pussy Shoot you in ya f*ckin' mouth and make you talk to me Sometimes I need someone to talk to Cause I Am Not A Human Being... Part Two Getting paid, show money for walkthroughs Lettin' all these hoes ride my d*ck, car pools My bars passed the bar exam, no law school Cash Money Army, veteran with my war wounds Uh, whatcha man doing? I pop his muthaf*ckin' top like a canned good And all my n*ggas that I roll with are hella armed And last night I took a transformer And had a dream that my d*ck turned to Megatron But my girl, was sleeping with Decepticons Money talks man and mine talk lecture long P-U-S-S-Y... my second home I be grindin' on them hoes like a half pipe She say "Tunechi you the sh*t, you need your ass wiped" I say "Before you gas me up, check the gas price" Then I make her take this d*ck like advice She see-saw it, she suck it and enjoy it I stick it in her ass like some f*cking steroids SongtexteJose Canseco, make no mistake Like a white boy wearing black paint You're a fake ass n*gga Break pads n*gga... wait You ain't in my weight class n*gga Lookin' for the muthaf*ckin' man in the mirror Runnin' this sh*t like a faucet... Farrah Barra... cuda, who the f*ck you are? I can make ya b*tch root for me like I grew her Bodies in the sewer, tampons in manure 90 billions b*tches on my d*ck like a skewer That's swag, I'm a True Blood, b*tch no fangs Been went pro, now I'm going propane Tell the b*tch get off me, b*tch get off me I got her over here blowing me like coffee Decaffeinated, hand me that paper like I graduated And I get head while it's decapitated Think it's a game n*gga come play I'm with my killer bees, f*ck bug spray Yeah, Young Money so gangsta, I personally know strangers It's so strange but this girl named Dana, like to go anal Shoot 'em in his head, what's that? A no brainer Plain ol' n*gga, but a break from the norm I wear my heart on my sleeve so don't be breakin' my arm I rather ring ya f*ckin' neck before I ring the alarm I dream to meet a serial killer that'll bring me alone Wit 'em, I gotta hit 'em like redbones with long hair F*ck with me, ya ass is grass... get a lawn chair I was f*cking before my d*ck started growin' hair B*tches sweatin' me like John Mayer, or warm air Man, nuts and bananas You know how the tables turn, where are your table manners? If you fake, put a egg in ya shoe and scramble No rubber... I just f*cked this piano N*gga Aus Songtexte Mania