Sweetheart - Friends, Drugs, and Hiphop lyrics

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Sweetheart - Friends, Drugs, and Hiphop lyrics

Friends, d**, and hiphop; Friends, d**, and hiphop; Friends, d**, and hiphop; Friends, d**, and hiphop; Cars, bars, and music Cars, bars, and music Cars, bars, and music Cars, bars, and music Run this sh** until the end Run this sh** until the end Run this sh** until the end Run this sh** until the end Then piss them off and start again Then piss them off and start again Then piss them off and start again Then piss them off and start again Friends, d**, and hiphop; Friends, d**, and hiphop; Friends, d**, and hiphop; Friends, d**, and hiphop; Cars, bars, and music Cars, bars, and music Cars, bars, and music Cars, bars, and music No, these joes can stop to think why I'm laughing at them till they cry Yo, pals, I've no remorse, f** vows I'm into intercourse of course for divorce I got nothing to give but free advice But try and make me take it. Get a life Yo sic psychotoc go doc, nix the white trash Need to clean up yo act or yo fin b wiping up my a** Friends, d**, and hiphop; Friends, d**, and hiphop; Friends, d**, and hiphop; Friends, d**, and hiphop; Cars, bars, and music Cars, bars, and music Cars, bars, and music Cars, bars, and music Run this sh** until the end Run this sh** until the end Run this sh** until the end Run this sh** until the end Then piss them off and start again Then piss them off and start again Then piss them off and start again Then piss them off and start again You ain't hiphop, Mr. Tatoos You just directions on the back, to use Like pot, man, you f** up my eyes Yo so fat, a**hoe, so cal coul made marijuana legalized Sold d**. Bad thug. Brought buds back in he's pants Some lazier than his f**-up non economicly potted plants Yo, word on the curb, you got a snitch That jah couldn't catcha were Harry Potter in Quittage You come at your bowl, but you ain't hot sh**, thief Go figs, yuh, probly purchaHsn everything with "for fast relief." So he says to me, I'm a grower, not a shower Okay, go get the lawn mower, I've got an expectation to lower So his dicks slick like d**, busted up, does it but it nut xr wear off So if he soft, he old enough, to fin to stop and if he in to what a Viagra got He ask the diff with a perscript and a pu-tang You dig what he's popping, homie do it like wu-tang Friends, d**, and hiphop; Friends, d**, and hiphop; Friends, d**, and hiphop; Friends, d**, and hiphop; Cars, bars, and music Cars, bars, and music Cars, bars, and music Cars, bars, and music Run this sh** until the end Run this sh** until the end Run this sh** until the end Run this sh** until the end Then piss them off and start again Then piss them off and start again Then piss them off and start again Then piss them off and start again Girls with more balls than your man, say Oh! Boys, dump a girl for a her crap like Chrons! Leave you empty handed with yuh piss and moan But he still wanna potty break/wine on the way home If he takes me to his crib, he's still acting like a baby His house ain't a castle, so quit calling him Master Bating Counting on a big hand for the man of masturbation If there's a God, may he applaud any ounce of dedication Oh, so he's too busy to pick up if the phone ain't in his lap Yo, when he go out of service, I check the bars he have Somebody texting u know whoever's number ain't mine Just know the dick don't think, so if you blow his mind Burn the base with a line so great a fat who*e can't eat What's on her plate, trying to put down his his crab meat Hey! I'll roast the co*katoo. Those s*uts like you like chicken fried The block say BBQ, and pigs like him get served in line His trophy wife's a little late Last month, he begged her but she packed her crate Spit the truth with no gold tooth, to say what Imma say Makes sense, to you, no superman come to save the day Babay! You ain't looking fly if you can't see about me Better get a plan a, cus b-boy can't c If he d mand a repartee The streets say he's a freak, can't fight it right, or wrong, or lieing So as for me? I ain't buying, ain't got time n he gon loose himself trying K, he's a stocker, following yuh eyes Not on Twitter, between yuh thighs But he better realize he get wit her, beg at her doggy style Ah! Throw a bone a mile, retriever either fetch or wait a while Straight up, yo nappy head, working the velcro merkin mound Up and down superglued it, but her a** won't stick around What's he got in them jeans? Got em on sale last month His s**m count so high it's like in the son, he's innocent Friends, d**, and hiphop; Friends, d**, and hiphop; Friends, d**, and hiphop; Friends, d**, and hiphop; Cars, bars, and music Cars, bars, and music Cars, bars, and music Cars, bars, and music Run this sh** until the end Run this sh** until the end Run this sh** until the end Run this sh** until the end Then piss them off and start again Then piss them off and start again Then piss them off and start again Then piss them off and start again

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