The Cube
Title | The Cube |
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Artist | Drrty Pharms |
Album | City Of Sickness |
Release Date | 2018-08-21 |
Description | ? |
Lyrics | I don't go out I just stay in the house Nothing I do helps, I just pity myself Shawty so small, got my dick in her mouth Im puttin' these balls just like mini-golf Dodge obsticals just to get in the holes Like [?] I just sold my soul for the pussy Knife in my hoodie I'm servin' fiends, they pay in stolen jewelry I'm at the [?] tryna get me some money I'm at the Gamestop, your PSP on me Meet by the cube [?] you back [?] sugar cubes Siphon the circle, the hora [?] Explore your girls insides like Dora Bear in my soul like I'm skatin' in Jordans [?] have a foursome, fuck on the toilet Floodin' her cunt, this ain't my Torah portion Do this for Noah and all that he showed me Do this for Rosie, all my fallen homies My brother is dead, my day one since 2010 It takes all I have not to just stay in bed I just relapsed, I can't deal with this stress No one to talk to, I got no friends left I lost my mans now its fam Tryna pretend that I don't give a damn Dippin the [?] got me off my ass Fucked up my cash now it's back to the trap No [?] shit'll get outta hand, it gets violent I got some friends at the island It's hard to go legit but I'm tryin Ex a seducer, left me rock hard like Medusa Brought out my feminine side but now I got my dukes up Ready for war All of these whores hide behind a computer, blow down the buddha Now I just sit inside, don't let no one see the bitch inside I got my guard up and vilified I got a job, I can't sit and cry Keep it still [?] I'm just dead inside I'm finna join him in suicide Carry this pain in my ass, raped by the owner [?] Fuck from the back [?] Out on the street, had no cash Flippin' the [?] for the stash Rape ain't my fantasy, rape is my life It won't happen again 'cause I carry a knife Young drrty charms prolly fuckin' your wife She on the beans like rice If she a teen, I pipe, I carry the Tina pipe I carry the torch, no I don't need a light Pray like a mantis Got food and housin', don't take it for granted In BKNY, rock DKNY [?] on my shirt, it goes down to my thigh Fly like the 80s, dog that's just my style I hit the crack and I'm puking up bile In her box, you pussies just in the inbox You buyin' drugs in the park, gettin' ripped off She off a [?] say she finna take it off Run up on me, homie, you better get lost Pull off with rockets, we 'bout to lift off I'm with your bitch and she tryna get offYou might also like |