Ed Hardy

Got too many plugs, I'm smoking gas in different countries You gon' hit your plug up saying shit like, "Can you front me?" Better watch your boyfriend, make sure he don't touch me Know you hate this song 'cause when he hears he says he love me Oh, my God, got him leaving in a body bag Oh, my God, now he tryna get his body back Just stopped on his block and I made a bag Ed Hardy jeans on my dick with a Prada bag Know that I been falling back into you again Seen too many people say they know me, I'm not your friend She call the shots when I'm nodding off Your bitch gave me top, ditty bop Think we hit the slots every time we drop Know I'm sick of your bitching and moaning Waking up pissed every morning Used to think you were so important (huh, huh) Tired of every emotion, always be fighting the moment Everyday been my opponent, yeah, I just want you to notice Things ain't really what they used to be anymore (Dropping bodies on the floor, dropping bodies on the) Things ain't really what they used to be anymore Dropping bodies on the floor, dropping bodies on the floor (Things ain't really what they used to be anymore) (Things ain't really what they used to be anymore) Know that things ain't really what they used to be anymore Bitched him out in front his bitch Hardy tees, I'm throwing fits Rolling woods and making hits I feel like a golden snitch 'cause everybody want me BB shining sparkly We got sticks like it's the army Push start, whip got no keys Got too many plugs, I'm smoking gas in different countries You gon' hit your plug up saying shit like, "Can you front me?" Better watch your boyfriend, make sure he don't touch me Know you hate this song 'cause when he hears he says he love me Oh, my God, got him leaving in a body bag Oh, my God, now he tryna get his body back Just stopped on his block and I made a bag Ed Hardy jeans on my dick with a Prada bag (GORESET) Got too many plugs, I'm smoking gas in different countries You gon' hit your plug up saying shit like, "Can you front me?" Better watch your boyfriend, make sure he don't touch me Know you hate this song 'cause when he hears he says he love me Oh, my God, got him leaving in a body bag Oh, my God, now he tryna get his body back Just stopped on his block and I made a bag Ed Hardy jeans on my dick with a Prada bag