Weirdo

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1: J. Stalin]
 I came in his motherfucker high though
 Friday night I'm trying to let go
 Real one, don't confuse me with them weirdos
 Boxers no Speedos
 West Oakland where them niggas move kilos
 Why your bitch wanna fuck on me though
 I hit it in the bathroom and passed her to P-Lo
 I play the bar i'm to cool for the dance-floor (dance-floor)
 I'm a dog like Cujo
 Don't get me wrong still do the (?) tiptoe
 There's money on line nigga what they in for (in for)
 Me I been a G since the get-go
 Trying out the coochie on like clisco (clisco)
 I'm a dober she a nympho (nympho)
 I'm a dober she a nympho (nympho)
 But little momma you don't hear me tho
 Bad bitch, she know what i'm in for (in for)
 Real nigga, flyer than the lid off (lid off)
 I'm the shit, cause you said so (said so)
 And your boyfriends a weirdo (weirdo)
 Bet your boyfriends a weirdo, weirdo
 Bet your boyfriends a weirdo weirdo
 And he ain't get no dough (no dough)
 I rock foreign that's for show though
 I left up out this motherfucker still drunk
 Henny shots and them cookies ain't no punk
 I'm in the pen, i'm stackin' paper again
 You stick out like a sore thumb, we 'round dancers I fit in
 You kiss her in the face, I leave it on her chin
 I bagged her and her sister nigga both of the twins
 Back of the Porsche, back of the Benz
 Rockin' the car, crackin' the (?)
 No weirdo shit when i'm gone in the wind
 Home for a day then i'm gone again
 I got women to get, nigga money to spend
 I be up all night then I do it again
 This little game we play yeah I'm in it to win
 And if your bitch come around I'ma hit it again
 Say this little game we play yeah I'm in it to win
 And if your bitch come around I'ma hit it again
 Ugh, I'm off the molly girl wassup
 My hand was up her dress on her butt
 Smooth, I'm too sharp like a tux
 I pour up the Henn, then I roll up the dutch
 Ugh, she hella nasty though
 Bust it open like a nut, pistachio
 Did her like my player on a rope
 Got my top blew then I wrote
 Your boyfriend huck, he a weirdo
 I keep my circle small like a cheerio
 Run it back just in case they didn't hear me tho
 Fuck a tip, gangster shit, nightmare, miracle
 On 10th street, everywhere i'm 10 deep
 With 10 freaks, baby both hella cheap
 Her boyfriend caught her up in a text
 She turned around and said, "Babe it was only sex"
 

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Duration
03:37
Key
8
Tempo
94 BPM

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