Horny girl with huge tits and ass spreads her legs and invites me to pound her tight pussy until i creampie her

[Intro]
(It's a Wayne beat)
Ghetto Boyz , nigga
Money Is Not Everything, nigga, yeah, yeah
Boyz Ent, you know what I’m sayin', nigga, yeah
(Fuck the fire, we got grease)

[Verse 1]
What the business is?
You be with them niggas who be killin'
Bud asked for the Percs, he a skittlehead
I'm a skittlehead too, and a six of red
I was in the feds
I just did a fed bid with my nigga Reg
Ayy, Mike, who was that lil' bitch over there in your bed?
Looked like the same one was in herе givin' all us head
Five thousand dollars for some jogging pants
Thеy like, "Rio actin' stingy with the pape', leave your dogs some bread"
Nigga, I ain't got no money, hahahahaha
Hold on, nigga, haha
Nigga, I ain't got no money, how that sound?
Sealed eight of Alpharma peach-mint, how that was found?
Dude ain't really drop , go ask around
Mike on some cop , he gotta pat you down
And Bud just got into a fight with Pat and Ron
And a Percocet
, split a mushroom, let's have perfect sex
It's only two things guaranteed, that's birth and death
Yeah, I'm right-handed, bitch, but I can work the left
The black truck hit a right, so we took a left
We just did a pint of Qua' bad, nigga, look what's left
Stop askin' 'bout a fuckin' Rio show, I'm booked to death
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[Interlude]
Like, I'm booked 'til I die, like
I'm booked to death
Like every year, every day, every month, nigga
You know what I'm sayin'?

[Verse 2]
Fifty bands in my pocket, how you do that?
Every time them niggas shot at us, you know we blew back
I beat her down from the back, she need a new back
Can't believe these goofy lean drinkers think it's new Act'
C got a glass pint, how you do that?
It's a six-hour flight, but he flew back
You the type of nigga ask your brother for his shoes back
Put anything in the pop, I wouldn't do that
Whole ounce in one night, how you oot that?
Nasty nigga, bitch pussy pooted, I might poot back
Twenty racks each ear and they don't screw back
My nigga Trey went to bust a play and got a new hat
Four K's at one time, how you shoot back?
girl got a swimming pool, I'm finna backstroke
We was fuckin' for two hours, think my back broke
Bitch said my dick little, but I cracked, though
If you ain't out here scram scrapin', then what you rap for?
Hundred thousand dollars off one song what I rap for
Still tryna decide, is it Hi-Tech or Act' more?
I know a nigga up an M, he just act broke
I'm with a redbone thicker than crack smoke
Try to use your thinking cap and get your hat broke
I only hang with slimy niggas with no backbone
This the newest iPhone, but this my trap phone
Wouldn't even talk about no dead bodies on a TracFone
I'm tryna text my other bitch, I used Track phone
I listened to your lil' tape, it was wack though
Well, at least you got a listen from your , I ain't cap though
I love rap so much, I even listen to the opps
Where the fuck would I be if I listened to my pops?
He ain't even say
I ain't even see the nigga 'til I was eighteen
I seen Kyrie make thirty thousand off fake green
The way you niggas pourin' up, it make me hate lean
Made my bitch drink a pint, ate her pussy just to taste lean
Lil' bro'll stamp somethin' for me, and he eighteen