DESERT STORM

She want get physical Mind on residuals Mind on a lot I don't got time to ridicule Time with a thot wasting mine cause her titties new Crack to a pot Ima bubble and make a few Bands come in knots we ain't marching But keep a few Sticks come in handy Like manny we keeping tools Throwed off some brandy Her pussy taste just like candy Mr Blue Benjamin band me Mr Blue Benjamin band 'em Was standing still for awhile now i need ya to fan me Loving the dough like my aunties I get to knocking the boots wit a swoop hear stampedes May not be popping to you But I swoo wit the loot Intentions always been the truest Ima make millions wit music Get her back home and I'm bruising This shit right here fluid They wondering how I do it Rose from the dirt gave away all the hurt i can't use it Know that you see I can't lose it Shawty she thought I was losing Now she feel stupid Good wit my shot like I'm cupid Good where I'm at I ain't focused on what they be doin Lungs prolly blacker than Gucci Really meant blacker than Boosie Might let her use me We in the bed goin crazy Way that I hit her surprised we ain't got us no babies Member me copping my candy from lady Now all this shit runneth over life gravy Raid or the mace how them boys get to spraying at faces Told her don't cry baby take it Might hit that hoe on vacation I'm contemplating on hitting hoes from different races Want a new cat for the racing Baby she threw me that cat say my dick touch her navel Stacking my paper Only wit bosses at tables Shawty came right out a stable Put shit together like staples I used to cop all my clothes from the Macy's Now i be popping my shit on occasion Link wit her later no stalling ain't got time for waiting