Dead Wrong

This bitch big, gotta hold it like a banjo
This dick big, gotta use you and yo' friend throat
Pop pills, my soul get to jumping, I don’t dance hoe
Got voices in my head but I ain’t come here with no friends though
We in here using toys, boy yo' boo was not playing
She couldn’t take it by herself, good thing she got friends
They in here using nothing but they mouth, guess they don’t got hands
Fuck 'em both to death, now hoe go drop that pussy on my Dad
Tight, fit right in her ass, like I was made for it
Only knew 'em for a few hours, but we couldn’t wait for it
Fuck 'em in the graveyard, these headstones our headboard
Pulling out, nuttin' on the ground, bitch we dead wrong
But who gon' whoop me though, don’t know how to fuckin' chill
You are what you eat, alright girls, we some fuckin' pills
Raw sex with the Glock out, so we protected still
I came, she can’t take it by herself, yo' boo helped her steal
No tints on the whip, so ain’t shit concealed
Won’t be long, fake moan, soul disappear
Bend over, hold it open hoe, yeah you know the drill
Sharing cum and eating each other ass, but they ain’t gay for real
This bitch big, gotta hold it like a banjo
This dick big, gotta use you and yo' friend throat
Pop pills, my soul get to jumping, I don’t dance hoe
Got voices in my head but I ain’t come here with no friends though
We in here using toys, boy yo' boo was not playing
She couldn’t take it by herself, good thing she got friends
They in here using nothing but they mouth, guess they don’t got hands
Fuck 'em both to death, now hoe go drop that pussy on my Dad, bitch