Sweet T - How Many Times lyrics

How Many Times Does Your Pee Split in Half, george bush? I'm Thomas Fints Pats Patrick Poopin' Pat got the whole room lookin' right at him Still wearin' the same pants to date, still fappin To Cherry Scott, God damn! Get the fam out of town That sh** called Hamlin's a dead end Damn fam, brought the joints and red can Coca-cola Cold Shoulder Cold ropes hard to climb up When you got the drone up And blow in Cola Dime bag, Big dope runner huh? f** boy Over sh** I've been there Been here Burn loggin' Hot boxin' cars and rooms And I pray to God for a clean head I mean that "A mean pack" Narcotic got a C-Cap Where's the light? I need it back Oh, it's pay day anyway (This weeks pay check) I got a dollar deposit But on my mind is a million I can't stop it, I'm going to trillion! Some say that tomorrow could be different Better watch em man whose gotcha? Who shot ya? I said I couldn't stop em Who shot you b**h When my dick up in my waist band It look like a Javelin under my shirt And she doin' the damn thing Some of you can't stand this sh** But I'll just do what I can't bring I rap cause I can't sing I'm doin' the damn thing I'm doing those bad things I'm screwin' the cla** When I got back, requesting fast to land a taxi Bruschetta sandwiches delivered from your lover, so fancy I'm high in the back seat, so @ me (Next weeks pay check) I got another deposit But this time it's a trillion I can't stand this. All is unlimited Some say that tomorrow could be different Better watch it man Who shot ya? I said I couldn't stop it Who shot you b**h