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