Yo.
I love women.
It'd be tight to find a good one, though.
I'm not stutting.
I'm nothing.
Just tired of * with all of these dumb hoes.
All I want in life is to answer to nobody.
Slow body.
All my people dro body.
This is the collective, homie.
You check it down perspective.
Style is the lack thereof.
* a message.
I'm in Reno with Vega.
Mask up and the blades out.
This soft * is hype, though.
Later on, it'll phase out.
They say I'm like a Caesar.
No cheese metaphor.
Money knock and tell my hoe, please get the
door.
I'm like the wolf that blow the third pig brick house down.
The white berry white
gone pull the bitch blouse down.
Forgo the floor smoke.
China white set up.
We all peace
but keep peace like throw the wrong set up.
I'm not derogatory when I say you fag talking
left Carolina to get a ring bitch.
I'm Brad Johnson.
Yeah,
I'm back in this.
So terrific
that I've been on your mind.
But could you be more specific?
I send a *** message.
I
mean,
a text message and leave a smiley face with some feminine expression.
I met Shannon
in Toronto.
We did it in her condo.
My little Puerto Rican said she needed to see me.
But
I don't see she from Africa.
Victoria from Carolina and big up for Russia.
Say a favorite
rapper Buster.
She used to tell me she loved me,
but I never trust her.
These are my confessions
that I'm burned like Usher.
And Lonnie used to say she liked the way I touched him.
And
Bradley used to say she liked the way I * him.
But now the bitch act funny.
It's Chris
Tucker.
Because the suck ass nigga when it told
us to know and never thought she was
pregnant because I was sleeping on I mean
sleeping in her way down deep up in her.
It's
been a little minute since I've seen Belinda.
Eric David when he came on a season ticket.
I got paper to chase enough that we can
go while we're called to two hits of weed.
Then
we're back to sleep.
Couple bad pictures in my bed.
So yeah, I tried some freaks.
* these
sluts.
They won't hear from my ass for weeks.
Molly *.
Don't say a word until they asked
to speak.
All I need in this world is pussy weed in a pack of sweets.
I'm just myself.
I give a * what these bastards think.
Slurring they like flow.
How much you had to drink?
I slap your bitch's ass then watch it looking back at me.
She's gone.
Take it to my crib.
I've already told you this.
The more you * call the phone,
the more it's over with.
I tell you my * sucks.
Why you tell me I'm cold as * and you're the
* dumbass who thinks that I don't know this *.
I spit raps.
I'm not giving a *.
Got heat like the tip of a lit cigarette.
But I only talk to these hoes with the intention to *.
Got a car and some sticky.
I'm twisting it.
Ah!