Rows and Lots

Im in karmasutra like a buddhist
Gave me pussy, bitch, I am the truest
Flickin my wrist she said “who this?”
Said I hit it last night, don’t be clueless

Said thanks for the pussy that’s kudos
Had a threesome last night that’s two hoes
Where was ya friend, way back then
I was on gin, you was on henny

Ask me if I have it, I say plenty
Two braids in ya hair, like you Wendy
I gave you this whopper, you said
Blow it in me, like a chopper, I want fendy

I want gucci, I want fenty, I want bentley
I want plenty or what you have
Only credit card debit and cash
Or else you not gon’ get more of this ass

Well, I don’t have time for a trap
I might hit you later, you might hit me back
No worries from the T A H I V
“Haha funny joke” ain't no HIV

Last night I watched her take my T I P
In the double back room in VIP
No cap like Notorious B.I.G
Respect R E S P E C T

She look at me disgust so vividly
I don’t know who these hoes think I must be
Preacher preach in Georgia state country
Beseech me to look for another peach

Eyes is watering at the sight of gold
Found another to make my backdoor hoe
Long thang on strain, call me dumbo

I pull up with a flow she can’t stand, no
Let me hit her with that talk like she from my block
(Yo ho over there) Yea
(Suck my c*ck)

And she call her man, nigga I ain't scared
Keep that dick to my side like a police man

Yea he talking and rambling
Looking like he wanna fight something scrambling
Bumblin bumbling
Bitch this yo jam and

Knocking ya head to the drums like a stick
He grab me and push me now fuck that lil bitch
Now I pull up and behold my shit
He touch me again let this thang spit

He grab for his side, that bitch still screaming
Told that lil bitch suck my dick till it semens
He don’t want none, pull the trigger and smack
My shit ain't loaded, he smile and now (loud bang)

(PART 2)

Lord please rescue me from the demons of the night
Hood left me wondering
For my soul

I stay pondering
Which turn will I see my home
Yea

Rhythm and poetry oh I call you my savior
You stay inspiring me
To keep it going
In the darkest hour of mine

I keep thinking in the darkest hour of mind
Yea

What is departure of suicide
When birth is the reflection of you and I
I’m thinking in the night
What do I despise

Is it life itself or is it death I lie
Down, in my resting place asking when will
The ground be my resting place
Has it, always supposed to be my resting place

For all of life, Im counting sheep
No more gripes for the night
Got a chance, and now its to thank my highness
In might and prevalence

Drink my morning tea
And sing for another bi-

Or woman basis of life
They always brewing up some shit to say
Even some shit to make your fuckin day
Whether it be your auntie, you mother

Your sister, your spouse
They keep you grounded out of the clouds
Thats real shit, yea thats real shit
Real shit

Keep your spirit thats word