Deadbeats
• Written by Gilly
Theres a problem here nigga
Niggas jump quick, yeah they hoppin' like Tigger
Bitches like to look while my lips spit sicker
While their hips get thicker and that bitch gets bigger
So she gets riden, to the public clinic
Missed her period, guess she been sinnin'
Funny how the nigga thought he was winnin'
Now he actin distant cause she expectin children.
Bitch...go ahead and run
Ima be runnin' right behind ya with the golden gun
Hawk yo ass down and tie you up with the ropes or sum'n
And drag your ass back...now take care of your son.
I'm tired of the deadbeats
If you can't raise a child then don't raise your meat
If you can't raise a child then don't part your knees
When you have a child your supposed to smile, be happy
It's plain and simple
Don't have kids if you still have pimples
Don't get fucked if your financially crippled
Don't listen to these words bitch listen to your mental.
But please don't get me wrong
Be sexy baby, yes you can wear that thong
Go ahead and twerk when they play your song
I don't even give a fuck if you slurp meat holmes
So please go on
Have sex
I'm serious, fuck every bitch you text
Just please be safe, don't get pregnant
And wrap that dick with some fuckin' latex
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Gilly
Member since April 4 2014