[Verse 1: King Caexar]
Bury smuts beneath cement and dust, not resenting lust, still tempting s*uts for top offs like Starbucks
Smirnoff mugs, s** d** and coco puffs, double d cups milk jugs and stale choco-truffs
Tobacco puffs, scruff tuxedo cuffs, drunk and hung over like dudes sprung in Mandingo huts
Drop a load, cause I'm a bored klutz, spitting dope, stronger than the crack that Rob Ford snuffs
It's the mellow bunch munching on bento lunch, I'm deeper than the syphilis lining inner bordello c*nts
Abusing blunts son, I'm using puns
Hard to find like a hollow hole in nuns, this wallop packs a punch
Dope saliva, bulimics wouldn't barf this up
Viagra in a plastic cup, case my dick ain't hard enough
Life's a b**h with a prolapsed bu*t, some perky tits and dandruff
Plus she bugs me like some beetle grubs
[Hook: Queenn]
Leaves are blowing at three in the morning
Leaves me knowing that things will be back again
(x2)
[Verse 2: Jibby]
Uh, Got a feeling I'm alright
With my n***a we've been balling all night on sight uh
He's Scottie Pippen I'm Mike, He tried to pa** me the ball she turned out to be a dike uh
Well alright you can roll with us, your girl bad and I can tell that she's freaky huh, let's just leave the club
The right words and we could flip the script, the right curves and she could get this dick
She say she never f**ed a n***a and Imma take it off her bucket list, I'm just saying, who could f** with this?
Invite a hater for some bungee jumping
If he fronting, push him off a cliff, yeah that's the way that I been feeling lately
This liquor's got me feeling crazy and this weed ain't helping either, some head well.. on your knees, your position and
Mama told me nothing's good after 3 am, too bad that she was wrong again
[Hook: Queenn]
[Verse 3: GP]
Ain't nobody here f**ing with my click
And if you think you is then you can s** my f**ing dick
All of you motherf**s convinced yourselves that you'd fit within this picture, I'm just lusting for some clit and tryina f** a couple b**hes
It's that coke sniffing, dope spitting molly with word
Jordan with today's impression of the ninety five bulls
I see that there's no f**ing fire so I'm like "f** all these lighter teams", more talent in my starting five than you'll find in the entire league
I got rhythm, been known to pop ceilings and send a group of jet-setters top-spinning
I refuse to make a living off pot-dealing, rather than being on the cover of (double XL with top billing)
I show that I got sk** and she claiming she caught feelings
Leads me to believe her decisions are co*k-willing
Nevertheless I won't stop k**ing unless I'm locked in a maximum stocked prison with cops in it
[Hook: Queenn]