All this weed all this drink Can't be good for my liver and lungs But I ain't stopping no I know she fucking other nigger's, true But I don't care I'm still hitting that pussy See I ain't stopping no It's like I'm sinning but winning I'mma need forgiving I know she's got a man She's shown me from the beginning Lonely night's got me raving all the time This is me I'm addicted to this life Yes I'm young and I'm reckless
Uhh I been smoking amnesia Kinda fucks with my brain I'll remember the pussy but won't remember your name And I ain't breeding up a girl out raving you mad I'm fucking tonight, next day she pushing your pram (Pissed) North side but I know south dons So I might go down south don You should know what to put your mouth on Sure I made a go down south song With Krept and Kone They next to blow When they thought they had me I switch the flow Nigger's gassed up, Texaco Pussy I got the fire for your petrol I'm extra terrestrial I want a bad bitch I'm on pet petrol I was in class while they were selling class Now they ain't in my class, class VIP thats chip No beans just chips Got the weed, got the rizzler But there's no spliff without chip
Yeah Should have saw her waist, Ass phat Told her throw it back like its Thursday Cold hearted had to get the body warmer out nigger North face, but I'm a south nigger See the smoke through the crowd Tell me how can I be quiet When I'm smoking on that loud We don't ever turn down Get money fuck a bitch nigger First I get the bird's eye Then she give me fish fingers, arghh Stop acting like a diva Say your pussy tight I don't like spending money either I ain't going home on my own My cup full of patron, patron Your wifey calling my phone Cos what's ice cream without cone
Krept, young, reckless, live like a G Kone and Chip got the weed I sip goose cos it represents me Goose backwards is double O G Get her cards and go clubs Win girls hearts, it's all nuts Buy spades, flash diamonds Jack mans queen, it's all fucked South nigger but I know north niggers So I might go up north nigger Krept, Kone, Chip we corporate And hoes want to fuck with the fortunate Go prada man blew a bag Obama the way I blew a rag It's all mad side chicks complaining Deserted her cos she weren't my main ting Boys still chatting garbage Nail her then I varnish The girls that I fuck once They get whipped and I get car sick True them honeys on the chill Spoon with the honey like a meal Don't get twisted still move trill Fizzy man up, leave man still, blah