Yo you wanna see something cool? What you got? Come look inside the rat hole, we got candy You like boobies don't you? Yeah how much? Thirteen bucks What the fuck that's a lot of fucking money

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

Now I'm feeling just like Woody Allen. Finally I'm right where I should be. Like when you grow up doing donuts in the parking lot, You hit the station, go insane, and when the kick-drum drops You know, now I'm feeling just like Woody Allen. Hey, and

(Everybody's got a secret) Da, da, da, da, do, do, do 'Cause there's a lot that you don't know It's written on my face It's gonna be hard to swallow I got some things to say I like to make-believe with you That we always speak the truth ish I like how we

IPhone go silent like I ain't need the stress Fuck that shit, you know I need the sex A lot of niggas in the game but I can not vouch for 'em Niggas ball, but is he ballin' for you? He your ex, I'm your ex too Shawty I never could talk shit you know I

You don't know my name (Round and round and round we go, will you ever know) Baby, baby, baby From the day I saw you Really, really wanted to catch your eye Somethin' special 'bout you I must really like you 'Cause not a lot of guys are worth my time, ooh

Love all of that, wanna give me the pose Just wanna feel ya (ayy, ayy) And get familiar, ayy I just wanna feel ya Hot, hot with your body, hot with your clothes Like girl, let me take you pon an evening cruise Giddy up, giddy up Baby girl, don't get

Don't break character Is this real or just a dream? When they knock you down You've got a lot of heart Rise up like the sun Labor till the work is done And go on to bed Nobody knows what lies ahead

I was lonely But after all you told me I'd be okay 'Cause friends are worth a whole lot more than money Can hold on and believe I hope that everyone who's felt like me You got me back on my feet again You said that lovers come and they go You said that

It just gets all the way to me It ain't like smoke gets in your clothes Naw, it cuts through my skin and digs in way down deep Soaks in like rain Burns like a flame Takes ahold of my soul underneath Something 'bout George Jones on the headphones Truth