check!, joker, bruiser, yeah, burn an ounce to this, bitch i put my house on it, that if i pull my dick out, you gon' put your mouth on it, i know you wanna bounce on it, and look back at me with confidence, but if you don't spend no pounds on it then, we gon' have some consequence, bitch show me what that mouth do, spit all on it like "achoo", that boy ra like afu, that bitch nasty like dog food, pulled up in the old school, but them clothes is all new, them hoes be like who you, but them white hoes they already knew, now she all up on my thang, this alexander ring, a couple grams of cocaine, now we up in p.f. chang's, keep going back to that bathroom, i said snort that shit off the bar, a couple shots of that cuervo, now she suckin my dick in the car, now we chewin' on a pill, 'bout the size of this bitch nipple, and when that wind blow hard, you can hear that asshole whistle, that's the type of bitch i like, that's the kind of ho i love, a blond hair blue-eyed ho, with some dried up blood in her nose, now i know nothin' 'bout you, but i know a whole lot 'bout me, and one thing's for certain, i ain't paying for that pussy, so if what's in your knees gon' cost me a fee, call me cheap and give that head up for free, now give me head for free, head for free, head for free, cause you ain't gettin' my money, give me head for free, head for free, head for free, cause you ain't gettin' my money, give me head for free, head for free, head for free, cause you ain't gettin' my money, style!, now give me head for free, head for free, pitchfork, style!
