ed hardy

Got too many plugs, I'm smoking gas in different countries
 You gon' hit your plug up saying shit like, "Can you front me?"
 Better watch your boyfriend, make sure he don't touch me
 Know you hate this song 'cause when he hears he says he love me
 Oh, my God, got him leaving in a body bag
 Oh, my God, now he tryna get his body back
 Just stopped on his block and I made a bag
 Ed Hardy jeans on my dick with a Prada bag
 Know that I been falling back into you again
 Seen too many people say they know me, I'm not your friend
 She call the shots when I'm nodding off
 Your bitch gave me top, ditty bop
 Think we hit the slots every time we drop
 Know I'm sick of your bitching and moaning
 Waking up pissed every morning
 Used to think you were so important (huh, huh)
 Tired of every emotion, always be fighting the moment
 Everyday been my opponent, yeah, I just want you to notice
 Things ain't really what they used to be anymore
 (Dropping bodies on the floor, dropping bodies on the)
 Things ain't really what they used to be anymore
 Dropping bodies on the floor, dropping bodies on the floor
 (Things ain't really what they used to be anymore)
 (Things ain't really what they used to be anymore)
 Know that things ain't really what they used to be anymore
 Bitched him out in front his bitch
 Hardy tees, I'm throwing fits
 Rolling woods and making hits
 I feel like a golden snitch 'cause everybody want me
 BB shining sparkly
 We got sticks like it's the army
 Push start, whip got no keys
 Got too many plugs, I'm smoking gas in different countries
 You gon' hit your plug up saying shit like, "Can you front me?"
 Better watch your boyfriend, make sure he don't touch me
 Know you hate this song 'cause when he hears he says he love me
 Oh, my God, got him leaving in a body bag
 Oh, my God, now he tryna get his body back
 Just stopped on his block and I made a bag
 Ed Hardy jeans on my dick with a Prada bag
 (GORESET)
 Got too many plugs, I'm smoking gas in different countries
 You gon' hit your plug up saying shit like, "Can you front me?"
 Better watch your boyfriend, make sure he don't touch me
 Know you hate this song 'cause when he hears he says he love me
 Oh, my God, got him leaving in a body bag
 Oh, my God, now he tryna get his body back
 Just stopped on his block and I made a bag
 Ed Hardy jeans on my dick with a Prada bag