Party Supplies - Amadu Diablo lyrics

Yeah So give me that reason I told you I loved you already, b**h, what the f**? Yeah Shawl neck on the drunk lawyer Coke sh**s in the toilet Turkey sandwich in aluminium foil The game been fixed I don't play that sh** I aim that sh** If she looking at another mother f**er than you leave that b**h I don't play that sh** Hear me Left hand is steering In a Amadu Diablo sh** I got the urge to get a earring Image in the rearview mirror like Timothy Leary Don't even come near me I keep it thug with a gun near me Your boy been eating on the run clearly Clear the run-way 720's on a one way So much d**, what would a nun say? And its Sunday sh**, I don't really give a f** All I really want to do is see my people up Up to no good again She threw the condom told me put it in I did, f** I nutted in like three strokes sh**, now that's no way to rep the East Coast Every day I'm walking with my head up Don't let up ‘cause it's a set-up Like Albanian marriage go from Haiti to Paris The bath was 90 degrees Tapping Heinies with ease (sh**,) b**h please I'm the bee's knees Shooting Deca-Durabolin three CC's Peep the landscape You can catch me in the trees like the sh** for the pancakes