No doubt this soars and when our-doors this kill mosquitos
And thrill ships with torpedos, RPM’S measured to fill magnetos
On car dashes, leave bazaar flashes of light on interstates and highways
So my dubs hot leaving club spots where the DJ spins, a try and amaze
Girls I’m a dang rider smooth like a hang glider roll on D’S for days
Travel east ride on gravel in peace honk my horn traffic brisky and glazed
Like crispy crème donuts wanna chow down on lace in a sexual phase
End up a very stony winner at a ceremony dinner, meal bought delight
Yeast in pies one girl was a feast for eyes she can increase my vibes tonight
Bet she got some wet bazaar cake I wanna partake in a slice or two
“Sure look nice boo like rice and stew bet you taste good
Your lace could do me in, look boo I’m from the Ghetto hood
Some petro would go well to the hotel let play show and tell
After we’re butt naked we can kiss and reminisce really know swell
Sex boo so le me text you for a date go out eat some baked steak”
“Naw, you got a gawky habit my panties made of soft fabrics hate
To disappoint you, wanna twist and anoint my true cooch right ?
Wanna skeet on my sheet like water pistols and smooch with tight
Hugs that’s just like a thug, I fear you wanna smear my ear with bed
Talk, squeeze my waist and grease my lace reduce the friction my red
Lips grips your tongue know you wanna cum but right now I’m misled” //
I force results with a course of conduct and love talk, a thug
Stalks in the club bring on heart attacks with my artifacts not a scrub
my complex flows will expose whack cats rapping in disquise
Rhymes stats in categories they’re all fat stories to be televise
Throw quotes in this mess just to promote progress and swell eyes