Thug Love Story 2012 lyrics

[Verse 1]
She had the sweetest scent I ever smelt a woman have
Skin would glisten like reflections off the blueish Jag
She had a Jewish dad, and a Jamaican maid
Started hanging with strippers and dropping the zippers
And selling the pus*y for paper to play
Crusty feet like she hiking for days and live in the mountains
At the park she p*ss in the fountain, sh*t on the Michigan towel
She quick to split up an owl
She loves some di*k in her bowels
Dabble in crystal, polish the pistol, powder her sniffles with flour
Straight flieshman
In the private part of her pus*y pocket
Randomly pus*y farting
Sold at the hookers auction
Left as a crooked orphan
Wrapped in the sports section
Box score, fake black rubber c*ck in the top drawer, what

[Bridge]
Make this f*cking b*tch sit in vinegar
Apple cider baths
Sit in the vinegar
Bronsolino
PS
[Verse 2]
Yo, so many unfamiliar faces that have come and gone
You're a constant, f*cked you in the school closet
We were young then, experimental periods
Laid a towel cause I f*cked you on your period
Stole my mothers car crashed it by the Burger King
Young love, but we thought it was eternity
Raw sex – never thought about paternity
But now this c*nt is trying to murder me
Abusing me physically and verbally
Said my di*k was too small
I went and got the surgery, just to show it off
This ain't real sh*t, baby, I'm just going off
Clear the mind, f*ck it, so I wrote a song
Night life, I'm destined for the bright lights
Knife fights at the bar with some white dykes
She hold me down, break a bottle on the b*tch head
.25 out the pus*y and it spits lead
We always end up in a situation
She throwing diapers out the window at me
Called the cops said I beat her face
Beat the case, now I shiver at a sweet embrace

[Riff 1]
I rap now, b*tches sucking like a vacuum
On the bed, stay bent like a smack spoon
Bubble butt thicker than the double dutch
In the van, leave her tied up in bumblef*ck
[Verse 3]
Cold, tired and I mean it
I thought we'd grow to old farts in Phoenix
Well now you see me 'lo scarves and a ski knit
But I've been here since the beginning, like a prefix
But I'mma to do what I gotta do
Trying to make this french dough like a Pâte à Choux
Over your head, after sex shorty hold me in bed
Smoking Ethiopian red
The son rose, a single teardrop fallopians bled
Nowadays you catch the hooker sniffing coke in the shed
It's a damn shame I'm just chilling eating lamb brain
I keep the weiner on display for the campaign

[Riff 2]
I'm just doing what I had to do
Tryna Drop me in the ground but I'm not going
To the top till I fall just like Owen
Heartbreak drowned sorrows in a large steak

[Outro]