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Lyrics

talk your shit bump your gums.

when you get locked up she's my number one draft pick for my team.

ain't shit you can do about it.

maybe she'll write you a letter and you can read about it.

now your all stressed out with no control.

you better ask the nurse for some birth control

you tell your bunky to hook you up wit some corn rolls.

hair braided

drinking that pruno got you all faded.

you waited all after noon .

program time.
you get in line to get on that stress box .

you hit her up , her line is busy its useless all pist you fucn hang up.

gaurd yells , lock it down .

back to your cell .

you cry yourself to sleep.

you can't even eat.

it's been two whole weeks.

weak as fucc you lie in your bed all depressed now your suicidel

got you on 5 min chex with no mattress

butt naked in a padded room .

you got nothing coming just time locked up in that room. the worst part of it is you ain't getting out any time soon

feeling sorry for yourself

is bad for your health

you haven't showered in weeks.

your booty hole stinks

your bunky don't let you sleep he can't stop clapping your cheeks between the sheets.

now you realize your somebody's betch

betch, betch, betch make your bunky rich

can't be late . you got a dinner date . purple passion waiting for you , he's got baby oil and wants to rub it all over you, he's gunna fucc you till you love him . now your his betch .

now your all turnt out getting pimped out.

you don't give a fucc if you ever get out .

you let your hair grow out .

you write a letter to tell her all about your new life that's your somebody's wife!

betch maid sucka . now your just a weenie tucker coc sucker
got your shirt in a knot , skipping to chow oh ya
living your best life now.

talk your shit bump your gums.

when you get locked up she's my number one draft pick for my team.

ain't shit you can do about it.

maybe she'll write you a letter and you can read about it.

now your all stressed out with no control.

you better ask the nurse for some birth control

you tell your bunky to hook you up wit some corn rolls.

hair braided

drinking that pruno got you all faded.

you waited all after noon .

program time.
you get in line to get on that stress box .

you hit her up , her line is busy its useless all pist you fucn hang up.

gaurd yells , lock it down .

back to your cell .

you cry yourself to sleep.

you can't even eat.

it's been two whole weeks.

weak as fucc you lie in your bed all depressed now your suicidel

got you on 5 min chex with no mattress

butt naked in a padded room .

you got nothing coming just time locked up in that room. the worst part of it is you ain't getting out any time soon

feeling sorry for yourself

is bad for your health

you haven't showered in weeks.

your booty hole stinks

your bunky don't let you sleep he can't stop clapping your cheeks between the sheets.

now you realize your somebody's betch

betch, betch, betch make your bunky rich

can't be late . you got a dinner date . purple passion waiting for you , he's got baby oil and wants to rub it all over you, he's gunna fucc you till you love him . now your his betch .

now your all turnt out getting pimped out.

you don't give a fucc if you ever get out .

you let your hair grow out .

you write a letter to tell her all about your new life that's your somebody's wife!

betch maid sucka . now your just a weenie tucker coc sucker
got your shirt in a knot , skipping to chow oh ya
living your best life now.

talk your shit bump your gums.

when you get locked up she's my number one draft pick for my team.

ain't shit you can do about it.

maybe she'll write you a letter and you can read about it.

now your all stressed out with no control.

you better ask the nurse for some birth control

you tell your bunky to hook you up wit some corn rolls.

hair braided

drinking that pruno got you all faded.

you waited all after noon .

program time.
you get in line to get on that stress box .

you hit her up , her line is busy its useless all pist you fucn hang up.

gaurd yells , lock it down .

back to your cell .

you cry yourself to sleep.

you can't even eat.

it's been two whole weeks.

weak as fucc you lie in your bed all depressed now your suicidel

got you on 5 min chex with no mattress

butt naked in a padded room .

you got nothing coming just time locked up in that room. the worst part of it is you ain't getting out any time soon

feeling sorry for yourself

is bad for your health

you haven't showered in weeks.

your booty hole stinks

your bunky don't let you sleep all sneaky he creeps up wakes you up from clapping your cheeks now you got a bunch of s.t.d's

betch, betch, betch make your bunky rich

can't be late . you got a dinner date . purple passion waiting for you , he's got baby oil and he wants to rub it all over you, he's gunna fucc you till you love him . now your his betch .

now your all turnt out getting pimped out
you let your hair grow out

you don't give a fucc if you ever get out .

you write a letter to tell her all about your new life that's your somebody's wife!

betch maid sucka . now your just a weenie tucker cocc sucker
got your shirt in a knot , skipping to chow oh ya
living your best life now.