She's your Cocaine
She's got you shaving your legs
You can suck anything
But you know you wanna be me
Put on your make - up boy
You're your favourite stranger
And we all like to watch
So shimmy once and do it again
Bring you sister
Bring you sister if you can't handle it
She says control it
Then she says don't control it
Then she says you're controlling
The way she makes you crawl
She's your cocaine your Exodus laughing
And she knows
What you are
So shimmy once and do it again
Bring you sister
Bring you siter if you can't handle it
If you want me to
Boy I could lie to you
You don't need on of these to let me inside of you
And is it true
That devils end up like you
Something safe for the picture frame
And is it true
That devils end up like you
So tied up you don't know how she came
She's you Cocaine
She's go you shaving your legs
She got you liking mine back
Go me takin it in
Getting mine back
Lasting mine evil
I'm taking me easel
And I"m writing good checks
You sign Price of Darkness
Try squire of dimness
Please don't help me with this
Please don't help me with this
Please don't help me with this
Cut it again
― Dom Passantino (Dom Passantino), Wednesday, 3 March 2004 17:14 (twenty-one years ago)
http://www.zhaocd.com/lib_b/07302210ugk2.jpgpockets fat as fuck from all the ducats this brother made
hoes like to jock, but see i try to contain them
they droppin them draws 'cause i move they cocaine in
but i just laugh 'cause pussy games be triflin
the legs get spread, i cut that ass like a knife, then
bust a nut on her stomach, wash my dick in the sink
and buy a 40 at the store from the goddamn chink
dope games keep you sick just like a disease
movin keys makin gs, hoes drop to they knees
little kids on the corner, steady grabbin they nuts
sayin, 'i wish i was Bun when i grow the fuck up'
baby blue riviera, daytons and laced rims
khaki pants, black sweater with the ugk brim
black gat fully loaded, nigga come with respect
step up the wrong way i'll break yo goddamn neck
big dick in my drawers, the niggas from down south
down to put a twelve gauge in yo god damn mouth
think I'm playin, bitch? try me, it ain't no thang
put them hands up, bitch, and kiss this goddamn ring
cause I move tons of dope, 24 hours a day
cocaine from argentina to the frisco bay
dea try to stop me, yo-- but they shit ain't cold
'cause the nigga's got politicians on the big time payroll
narcotic agents wearin cement shoes
reported missing on the news, they singin the blues, yo
'cause if they get my money nigga, i'll let it slide
just some more cocaine in the back of the ride, bitch
― William Wiggins, Wednesday, 3 March 2004 21:48 (twenty-one years ago)