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Drips

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Drips

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Obie

Yo, I'm sick

Damn

You straight, dog?

That's why I ain't got no time

For these games and stupid tricks

Or these bitches on my dick

That's how dudes be getting sick

That's how dicks be getting drips

Falling victims to this shit

From these bitches on our dicks

Fucking chickens with no ribs

That's why I ain't got no time

Yo, I woke up fucked up off the liquor I drunk

I had a bag of the skunk won in last night's tunk

Pussy residue was on my penis

Denise from the cleaners, fucked me good, you should've seen this

Big booty bitch, switch unbearable

French roll styling, body like a stallion

Sizing up the figure while my shit's getting bigger

Debating on a fuck or do I want to be her nigger

Caressing this bitch, plus I'm checking out them tits

Sipping on that fine shit I ain't used to buying

I gotta hit it from behind, it's mandatory

Like taking hoe's money, but that's another story

For surely, the pussy on toast after we toast

Her clothes fell like Bishop in Juice

The womb beater, clean pussy eater

Inserting my jock in that spot hotter than the hottest block

"Don't stop!" The response I got when I was knocking it

Clock steady ticking, kinky finger licking

And can on, semen's at my tip when she moans

I gotta slow down before I cum soon

And work that nigger like a slave owner

When I dropped off my outfit, she knew I wanted to bone her

She foaming at the lips, the one between them hips

Pubic hair's looking like some sour cream dip

Without the nacho, my dick hit the spot though

Pussy tighter than conditions of us, black folks

We in the final stretch, the last part of sex

I bust a fat ass nut, then I woke up next

Like, what the fuck is going on here, this bitch evaporated

Pussy and all, just picked up and vacated

Now I'm frustrated 'cause my dick was unprotected

and Doctor Wesley telling me I really got that shit

That's why I ain't got no time

For these games and stupid tricks

Or these bitches on my dick

That's how dudes be getting sick

That's how dicks be getting drips

Falling victims to this shit

From these bitches on our dicks

Fucking chickens with no ribs

That's why I ain't got no time

Now I don't wanna hit no woman, but this chick's got it coming

Someone better get this bitch, before she gets kicked in the stomach

And she's pregnant, buts she's egging me on, begging me to throw her

Off the steps of this porch, my only weapon is force

And I don't wanna resort to any violence of any sort

But what's she shoving me for? Doesn't she love me no more?

Wasn't she hugging me four minutes ago at the door?

Man, I'm this close to going toe-to-toe with this whore

What would you do if she was telling you she wants a divorce?

She's having another baby in a month, and it's yours

And you find out it isn't, 'cause this bitch has been visiting someone else

And sucking his dick, and kissing you on the lips when you get back

To Michigan, now the plot is thickening worse

'Cause you feel like you've been sticking your fucking dick in a hearse

So you paranoid at every little cold that you get

Ever since they told you this shit, you've been holding your dick

So you go to the clinic, sweating every minute you in it

Then the doctor comes out looking like Dennis, the Menace

And it's obvious to everyone in the lobby it's AIDS

He ain't even gotta call you in his office to say it

So you jet back home, 'cause you gon' get that hoe

When you see her, you gon' bend her fucking neck back, yo

'Cause you love her, you never would expect that blow

Obie told you the scoop, how could she stoop that low?

Jesus, I don't believe this, bitch works at the cleaners

Bringing me home diseases, swinging from Obie's penis

She's so deceiving, shit this hoe's a genius

She g'd us

That's why I ain't got no time

For these games and stupid tricks

Or these bitches on my dick

That's how dudes be getting sick

That's how dicks be getting drips

Falling victims to this shit

From these bitches on our dicks

Fucking chickens with no ribs

That's why I ain't got no time

I'm busy

Fuck these Bitches

Fuck'em all, get money

Shady Records, Obie Trice

Eminem, motherfucker

New millennium shit

Yeah

Turn this shit off

Turn this shit the fuck off

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