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Дата випуску: 14.06.2017
Мова пісні: Англійська
Song About Sex |
This is a song about sex in which I do not condemn women |
For the realities in which they are living, yes (x3) |
We should not be forgetting |
We should be forward living |
You should be forewarned we can’t afford to keep on forgiving |
She reminisce about the sex -- she can’t let go |
She horizontal with her ex he call it tic-tac-toe |
Though he don’t listen to her stress she call him Vince Van Gogh |
He work the middle on that ass like he the big Fat Joe |
I ain’t one to judge girl I been there I’ve done that |
I’ve cum dumb hard so I’d run back |
All up on the rug like a rugrat |
Shaking like it’s dubstep |
Naked, head is spinning like a hubcap but fuck that |
Now you must accept |
That sex is not a way to reconnect |
With someone who is quick to hit eject |
Just because he eat the cat that doesn’t beat the fact |
That he don’t keep his meat in check and he proceed to act |
As though your heart can peel and crack and keep a beat intact |
Good D should not redeem a hack who built like Easy Mac |
A cheesy wack beezy with an ego big as Yeezy raps |
Hah -- to fuck you up a fuckboy need not be erect |
This is a song about sex in which I do not condemn women |
For the realities in which they are living, yes |
For the realities in which they are living, yes |
For the realities in which they are living, yes |
We should not be forgetting |
We should be forward living |
You should be forewarned we can’t afford to keep on forgiving |
I’m red hot like I’m Anthony Kiedis |
I got a man and I’m a fan of his penis |
I’m just sayin' it’s no shame in my treatise |
On how I think men should treat us |
If he a friend then he would never demean us |
And for the hotep niggas |
I’mma roast them quicker |
Than they post up prose |
About the «hoes» they hitting |
They be so verbose I’m thinking |
No they didn’t |
Tell ‘em «no» they’ll blow I call ‘em cocaine |
It’s fittin' that I’m itchin' to rebuke you |
Dude’s who coocoo like Mobutu |
I’ll put on my Juju putting voodoo in they fufu |
Too through jookin' with a FUBU-wearing fruitloop |
Tellin' me I’m doodoo just because I would not do you |
He held me down, I couldn’t breathe |
Began to pound, I couldn’t leave |
And I ain’t really make no sound |
I can’t believe |
It’s finally out, I feel relieved |
Cuz up til now, I never grieved |
This is a song about sex in which I do not condemn women |
For the realities in which they are living, yes x3 |
We should not be forgetting |
We should be forward living |
You should be forewarned we can’t afford to keep on forgiving |