Something Borrowed

(I'm working on dying)

Yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah

Thinkin' about Madison, I see her in my dreams

Heard she gettin' married and I fell down to my knees

And since we talking 'bout knees, let's switch the story to Abigail

She be sellin' pussy, and plus, she work at Taco Bell

All my **** stupid, but not as dumb as David Brown

That boy went to prison, and then his bitch got passed around

Okay, I'm just kiddin', his bitch ain't really get passed around

But if she wanted to fuck, I probably would've took her down

Thinkin' 'bout her everyday, Madison took my heart away

My heart, it can't be tamed, need a Perky for the pain

I got a lot of bitches but I don't got Madison

I got a lot of money but I don't got Madison

Shuey broke, I'm getting paid

Hit your bitch in the back of the rave

Fuckin' your bitch and I'm making her pee

Ran up my money, I'm not TwoThree

Run up my money, I'm not like Shuey

****, they hate 'cause my life is a movie

****, they hate 'cause they bitch is a groupie

I'm in her mouth like the Groovy Smoothie

****, they hate 'cause I'm fuckin' they bitch

I'm 'bout to pour up the Wok and the Tris

Ride around town and I'm clutching my stick

I'm clutching my .30, I'm clutching my pole

**** be like, "Why you dropped out of school?"

I'm stupid as fuck, I really was slow

Told that boy, "Don't run up on me"

My .30 be bussin' like Taylor, I'm cold