T-Rock - Same Thing lyrics

Come fuck with a pimp, from
The Midwest, been blessed
And ya impressed by the dick yes
I stroke with a limp
Cause my dick, heavy hit, steady get, when
The girl suck on the tip
Which ya suck on the simp
And you need a man who can put
The dick down from day to night
Who's game is tight?
I shoulda been a plumber cuz a mothafucka
Know how to lay the pipe
Imma beast in the bed
But really it's forever we can
Take it to the kitchen
We can do it outside in
The Caprice givin head
Then when I'm done I can get back on
The grind in the streets gettin bread
Imma cease when I'm dead
I gotta get my money under any condition
Cuz this life's like a chess game baby girl
Wait for me to focus on
The pleasure in life and
Have me feelin like my mind's
On the less strain beatin the pussy the best
Thang for a stressed
Brain, as soon as after the sex came
You're a next blame
Imma be off to the next dame, with the
Best grains, bendin her over my desk mane
Givin chest pains dick so deep
You feel it in ya stomach and ya chest
So deep put ya ass to sleep
Imma put the dick on a bitch so good
And I'll have that ass tryin
To come back for weeks
I really like chicks with class indeed
But when I get drunk I'm fast to chief
And after freaks, and no matter
When I'm fucked up
On the liquor I have to creep
I mash ya meat
I'm the one that'll make ya come
Again and again and it must've
Felt so good now when you think about me you
Put yo hand in ya panties and touch yaself