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Slut Soda

when will i see you, i wanna show you around, wanna show you around

I'm ready for battle I'm ready for war Slaughtered like cattle Sons of Babylon's whore In a matter of time Titans will clash An end to your lies The

Scene one, late at night, interior We found ourselves inside the car Our hero has just gone too far His lover bleeding in the back He removes the lucky

[Pastor Troy] They had me dodgin` the law, while I was serving my raw Though I was young in the game, a lot of things I saw I just bought that fifty pack

She still comes back to my crib, Must want me to mess with her mind hold up. She must've took me for some high roller. But i wont buy her a soda Unless

m taking over your bitch Coming over your shit Got my feet up on you sofas, man I mean a hostess for my open hand You coming home to dishes and empty soda

s gamin' on ya, and he's playin' games He's gamin' on ya, oh, when ya know Ow, ow, gamin' on ya Well, first you get dissed and treated like a slut Treats

Standing with ya man wanting me to sign your hickey please I don't need no worries keep ya white guts How I'm riding these days keep me with the right sluts

camera like "Abracadabra" and I fuck a bitch down like a took some Viagra I'm a stabber, I'm a sticker. No soda with my liquor I'm the quicker picker-upper, grab a slut