Sunday bitches blues

Last year we was chilling in my crib

My ex drove me nuts man she wouldn't get off my dick

Demanding this and that yo and that's why I got rid

Nothing really changed, different bitch same shit

I admit that I got a lotta problems

Bitches lining up my appartment's like starbucks

Well known cause I spread shit like a communist

Met my newest girlfriend at sex addict anonymus

Fooled her with some blurred lines, like a bad optometrist

I got a hustler's presence like pharmaceutic lobbyists

Check it cause I'm about to drop shit

I blow up bank accounts and sweat more bitches than crossfit

So if you need a workout, I'm the one to talk to

Don't be scared girl I give you a walkthrough

We get down to business right from the start

And our first position is the down facing dog

I'm not oversexed I just need a lotta changes

Had a thousand girl from a million different places

My lyrics are like BigMacs, plebeian and tasteless

No disrespect but to me bitches are faceless

Actually cause I just see them from behind

But if we had a good time i'd contemplate rewind