Deep 69

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts,

already my first step, my rhythm dramatically curves,

She like dudes whit lotto money from

floppin lotta birds

That try to chase these skirts

me with binoculars on grind and I'm stomping curbs

articulating my words to everybody in herds

now I see you talking on the phone to all the other girls

I want to fill up nightclubs with men and women boys and girls

And all they wanna do is be with me, Even my mates girls

love up she threw up in his era

yellin and merk off fat dog food purina

see people to be leaving the cold medina

of twelve shot pound nigga po via pia

bombed in its way conversation water act slaughter kid

fast forward and do your talking bout partner bid

right past i have it be a water slid

you're sweet as can sell you like god forbid

good black is the omega i get swifter

hot time homey im loose off any printer

days before my generation uno dungeon family mr

once was the penitentiary niggas yeah the driller

At first I thought you were cool

Dont wanna be a dumbass And look like a fool.