Speed Date

Adafa got hits!

When I wake up, I grab my Glock 'fore I make my bed
Hundred k by one, if you still sleep might as well play dead
Left hand new face, picking up a new face
Eat on her, fuck her and leave, I love a speed date
Got a bitch for my other bitch, I told 'em I need space
Watch cost more than what he make and you waste time tryin' to speak hate
That's tough, that's sick... just talk to the wrist
Bitch talk to my dick, I had long day, you ain't talkin' 'bout shit

Yeah, I know you get tips from the reverend
Do a trick with yo' clit you can have it
You know I like it sloppy and nasty
In the pent' shoving dick in a bad bitch
Make me wonder what's wrong with yo' parents
Who her daddy is? It's not apparent
Open minded, her friend in attendance
Suckin' dick like this shit is a contest
They look me in the eye in the process
Hold her face, tell her swallow the progress
Pretty bitch, I could fuck her for weeks
She bend over, slap dick on her cheeks
Swear I feel like a mo' fuckin' Greek
Soon as she bust a nut she don't speak
Hit the blunt, ain't no fallin' asleep
Silly freak, no fallin' asleep
Keep her straight, get her something to eat
You a mo' fuckin' trick, you a mo' fuckin' treat
She get wet as a creek, waterbed with a leak, feel like heaven to me
I'm approaching the gates, I got picky taste, I like what I see
Don't get it confused, don't get it misplaced
When she underused, I make her a play
When she over you, send her on her way

When I wake up, I grab my Glock 'fore I make my bed
Hundred k by one, if you still sleep might as well play dead
Left hand new face, picking up a new face
Eat on her, fuck her and leave, I love a speed date
Got a bitch for my other bitch, I told 'em. I need space
Watch cost more than what he make and you waste time tryin' to speak hate
That's tough, that's sick... just talk to the wrist
Bitch talk to my dick, I had long day, you ain't talkin' 'bout shit



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Writer(s): Alkebulan Williams
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