Lyrics:
Bow Grrrahhh Lil Fiveten-lil fiveten Pop out all black, can't detect me like a H.I.V These bullets burn like a S.T.D Damn, leave shit L.I.T Make
than join the Navy What yo' broke ass doin' with a hundred babies? Strap it on please, you're spreadin' S.T.D's Throughout the hood, you's a walkin'
I'm really down for no S.T.D Don't know why they fucking wit me Oh, Cause I like it slow motion She like to gaze at the ocean Yea, shawty sipping that
die of an S.T.D and I'm never on late t.v What if I'm not on Letterman or on Oprah Winfrey What if I died at a masquerade and noone knows my name What
But sipping on the forty's got you feeling like an O.G. So the life you represent, it's got these young men dying slowly S.T.D's they plague the streets
liquor i'm vomiting on the toilet seat While on my hands and knees I only fuck women with S.T.D's Check the facts I'll take off ya pants Stab your thigh
now your life is bliss until you look at your dick like "What the fuck is this?" Here's the tea, it hurts to pee What do you see? It's an S.T.D How can
to your rectum Have you more open than an addict at spectrum Now go to church and give your confession You're S.T.D Scared-To-Death Straight stressing
you don't It was the dumbest thing that's ever happened to me A girl named Chelsea gave me an S.T.D Now I'm leaking way down yonder I need some talcum
Please Coz we goin make it As a whole But still goin Split the cheese Bon appetit I ain't got S.T.D's (Why the fuck you spell all those words bro) It's
I can’t count to 1 2 3 I can’t stand the O.C.D But it burns the brain like fire But it burns my brain Here come the C.I.D Like a rabid S.T.D Like
the fucking GOAT Dom Corley everybody knows is a fucking joke Fourteen years prison rape Dom Corley booty gape Dom Corley S.T.D Dino A. M.V.P Pedophile tings,
inside da Mercedes C deez broddez mek hot dey burn like S.T.D's I dey reason like how e go dey If I never leff Ghana till today Wut like I go do?
Stealing from your sis & bro like mhm In the trap stealing junkies clothes Swapping S.T.D's with them H.O.E's Bitch don't play my name ain't time New name Ty
worship me So give me drugs, your bitches, and your S.T.D's [pre-chorus/chorus] I'm wicked and addicted, middle-finger double-fisted I'm neurotic
They don't measure up Fake niggas can't F with us Gotta treat you like a dirty B, with a S.T.D I'll never touch Just a song for the G'z on a treasure
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