Bitches by the Dozen

You wanna fuck Around and die You brought your mans It's a double homicide I got bands And a couple fucking wives You wanna fuck Around and die You brought your mans It's a double homicide I got bands And a couple fucking wives I'm more man than you That's why I'm all they types Moon walking On some real thin ice Bitches by the dozen Krispy Kreme When we fucking Yeah I know I'm sick (cough) Where my Robitussin? Flow so cold Yeah it got me feeling frozen It's a summer blow out Where the fuck is Oaken? When it comes to mine I never play nice It's either money Or it's gonna cost a life You ain't got it Then you gotta pay the price Gotta choice Who you wanna sacrifice? When I'm in it She be screaming out to Christ I ain't religious But I'll cross my heart and die Who I trust I can count it with my right Only got a few Left by my side See my face Wanna fornicate (uhh) It's been some days Since she had it ate (yuh) Me and three bitches Issa double date (uhh) Her ass fat I like the real estate (uhh) This a magnum Not a .38 (uhh) .357 make you go away (uhh) Feeling special Feeling menacing (uhh) I keep that thang so Issa better day Let my dick talk Since I don't do discussions I only show my hands If they think that I'm bluffing Gambling with they life Turn this roulette Russian Should've let it ride Now that boy left with nothing I'm the sick fuck That your bitch love Whatever it takes to get my dick up Say what you want I'm a big slut But don't say you're a rapper If your shit sucks When it comes to mine I never play nice It's either money Or it's gonna cost a life You ain't got it Then you gotta pay the price Gotta choice Who you wanna sacrifice? When I'm in it She be screaming out to Christ I ain't religious But I'll cross my heart and die Who I trust I can count it with my right Only got a few Left by my side PTS