Vice City

Baby bone, never wanted to be alone, yuh
 Baby bone, never wanted a fucking throne, yuh
 That bread is what I gotta focus on
 But if this your shit I'm a wear it
 Spit it out your mouth, don't be embarrassed
 Time is money, can't be moving like I'm Gary, life so scary
 Everybody carry guns
 Everybody on drugs
 Everybody suicidal but got no where to run
 Who gives a therapist therapy, think I might need me one
 I'm an insomniac with a gambling problem, throwing my life away
 Fucking hoes with no condoms until my dick evaporates
 Mask on but no masquerade
 She love to hear my voice every time she wanna masturbate
 Buffet boys up in your bitch boy
 I just caught the flu, sitting inside of the coupe
 With my hair off of the roof
 Titties out like Bettie Boop
 And my pockets got a lot of loot
 Pocket rocket you, if you sat up inside my shoes
 Oh you won't know what to do
 Rolling through my city with my limo tinted windows
 And nobody can see in it
 Used to pull up in a civic, wait a minute quit your bitching
 Bitchin, I'm gonna slide my dick up in it
 Less than a minute, I'm cool, I'm good, I'm straight, I'm finished
 Bitch get in your bag, like a rabbit in the hat do
 Swerving in a hooptie with them babies blowing past you
 No I didn't jug you little bitch, but I planned too
 Pussy talking shit behind the keyboard in the chat room
 I'm just chasing goals and catching bags alone the way
 If you try me catch a semi automatic to your face
 I might go and rent the boat and leave it anchored for the day
 Just to pull up with my gang 'cause we just wanna celebrate
 Split that shit up like a Kit-Kat with my partner by my Bentley
 Why you ain't get no money but you sitting out here bitching?
 Lil bitch, I'm a trapper, I don't care about no pension
 Man somebody call the cops because my roof is going missing