Ay can’t stop getting paper Ay can’t stop rollin' papers Ay LSD and coca Ay live la vida loca Aye she gon' feed me grapes Ay we don’t go on dates Ay got a man at home but she love the way I taste Back shot back shot back shot back shot right behind the

A little homegrown No I can't forget how she tastes on my lips She's as good as it gets I like a little bit of homegrown She gets me stoned Oh in her short dress yeah I'm a mess I like to get her all alone She really turns me on Yeah in her bare feet

Taste, taste, she can get a taste Taste, taste, do you love the taste? Taste, taste, let you get a taste Taste, taste, fuck what a nigga say It's all the same, like Mary-Kate Slide on a pimp game with my pinky ring Lotta gang, lotta bitches, and a icy

He said "please don't go away" I said "it's too late" And now the whole thing's finished and I can't stop wishing That I never gave you anything But I don't let him touch me anymore I said "I'm not something to butter up And taste when you get bored