DOM PACHINO lyrics : "Cheap Thrills"
Mira, mira mami
Dame la chocha, Terrorist %#@!
Mucho grande, yeah, yeah, yeah, yo, yo
Cheap thrills, gettin' hot sex for dollar bills
Cheap thrills, druggin' 'em up wit pink pills
Cheap thrills, givin' me beek, ridin' my wheels
Cheap thrills, everybody know how it feels
She sucked the babies out my dick
Crayola colors, painted in lipstick
She nearly fainted when she sat on it and drink it
#~!!@, contaminated when wet, the glaminated
Rock an afro, or a mohawk, it seems today the (*##$es
Could never touch some free %#@!
They come in custom, as for me, ain't a damn thing free
I make 'em study 250 weekly, wit dedication to the G.O.D.
Showin' me, all that can be, within' the Army
Cook the hot mill, throw my fatigues up in the laundry
Burn you quick fast, seven days later, jump in the pharmacy
Dick drippin', pubic's itchin', she still (*##$in'
Sayin', ^!$$%, you ain't get it from me
^!$$%z be wishin' they could hit this %#@!
(*##$, you must be stupid, #~!!@ keep us stitched
So bad, you need to do %#@! plus ya #~!!@ look nasty as $#&@
Let's keep it real, for ya birthday I bought you a case of Badger Skill
And you still knows, say you need minus, that's me
Try to %#@! on my dick, now you coppin' a plea
Cuz that bum $$# ^!$$%, ain't $#&@in' like me
Dick ain't as big as me, you see, (*##$
I pull ya skin back til I see pink
Up on my belly, stick my finger in ya $$#
Back shot in you in the telly, don't be mad at me
Just be glad that you have me, for a hot second, til I had reality check
Cheap thrill... ya (*##$es know who you be
I'mma live clear without ya
Knowledge is infinite, Terrorist %#@!, the deficit
Til the death certificate, ^!$$%
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