Party Supplies - 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 p**y for paper to play Crusty feet like she hiking for days and live in the mountains At the park she piss in the fountain, sh** on the Michigan towel She quick to split up an owl She loves some dick in her bowels Dabble in crystal, polish the pistol, powder her sniffles with flour Straight flieshman In the private part of her p**y pocket Randomly p**y farting Sold at the hookers auction Left as a crooked orphan Wrapped in the sports section Box score, fake black rubber co*k in the top drawer, what [Bridge] Make this f**ing b**h 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**ed you in the school closet We were young then, experimental periods Laid a towel cause I f**ed you on your period Stole my mothers car crashed it by the Burger King Young love, but we thought it was eternity Raw s** – never thought about paternity But now this c*nt is trying to murder me Abusing me physically and verbally Said my dick was too small I went and got the surgery, just to show it off This ain't real sh**, baby, I'm just going off Clear the mind, f** 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**h head .25 out the p**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**hes s**ing like a vacuum On the bed, stay bent like a smack spoon Bubble bu*t thicker than the double dutch In the van, leave her tied up in bumblef** [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 s** shorty hold me in bed Smoking Ethiopian red The son goes, 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]