Capitalism by Garry With Two R's

Tell that lil' nasty bitch throw it back at me
Let me know it's real baby throw a stack at me
I love it when yo lil' dirty ass call me daddy
I love it when you play yo games just to make you happy
I go along with it, I write a song with it
Then get up in ya, Tyrone, long dick ya
Ya tell me that ya like it from the back
Prolly cause ya hate to face the facts
I keep it honest with you, ain't got a problem with you
Long as I'm makin dollars with you this shit is not an issue
We gotta build sometin', I'm trynna heal somethin'
Like when they sick of they man we got the pill somethin'
You call it pimpin' it's, just a business
Grabbin' capitalism right by the clitoris


You can do anything
Whatever you want
Grab em by the pussy
You could do anything
Ahh those legs all I can see is the legs
No it looks good

My first fuck was this bad lil' mama
Tishawna, look like Lisa Raye daughter
I was a square nigga that's the only way I got her
I used to talk proper prolly coulda' been a doctor
And I'm still square in a way
Cause when anything bend imma square it away
And I'm still a doctor on that ass
If it's problem with ya shit then I'm all up in that ass
A couple knuckles deep
I'm in the fast lane baby you need a buckled seat
If you don't like a bumpy road then why you fuck with me?
Just un-fuck with me
The last thing I need in my life is bad company
And I don't want no solo hoe, I need a symphony
I got the remedy for all ya inner enemies

Come on shorty

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