(feat. NDRA) [NDRA: background vocals] [Intro: P.R. Terrorist] Mira, mira mami Dame la chocha, Terrorist shit Mucho grande, yeah, yeah, yeah, yo, yo [Chorus x2: P.R. Terrorist] 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 [P.R. Terrorist] She sucked the babies out my dick Crayola colors, painted in lipstick She nearly fainted when she sat on it and drink it pussy, contaminated when wet, the glaminated Rock an afro, or a mohawk, it seems today the bitches Could never touch some free shit 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 bitchin' Sayin', nigga, you ain't get it from me Niggaz be wishin' they could hit this shit Bitch, you must be stupid, pussy keep us stitched So bad, you need to do shit plus ya pussy look nasty as fuck 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 shit on my dick, now you coppin' a plea Cuz that bum ass nigga, ain't fuckin' like me Dick ain't as big as me, you see, bitch I pull ya skin back til I see pink Up on my belly, stick my finger in ya ass 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 [Chorus x2] [Outro: P.R. Terrorist] Cheap thrill... ya bitches know who you be I'mma live clear without ya Knowledge is infinite, Terrorist shit, the deficit Til the death certificate, nigga
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Copy to Clipboard: (feat. NDRA) [NDRA: background vocals] [Intro: P.R. Terrorist] Mira, mira mami Dame la chocha, Terrorist shit Mucho grande, yeah, yeah, yeah, yo, yo [Chorus x2: P.R. Terrorist] 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 [P.R. Terrorist] She sucked the babies out my dick Crayola colors, painted in lipstick She nearly fainted when she sat on it and drink it pussy, contaminated when wet, the glaminated Rock an afro, or a mohawk, it seems today the bitches Could never touch some free shit 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 bitchin' Sayin', nigga, you ain't get it from me Niggaz be wishin' they could hit this shit Bitch, you must be stupid, pussy keep us stitched So bad, you need to do shit plus ya pussy look nasty as fuck 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 shit on my dick, now you coppin' a plea Cuz that bum ass nigga, ain't fuckin' like me Dick ain't as big as me, you see, bitch I pull ya skin back til I see pink Up on my belly, stick my finger in ya ass 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 [Chorus x2] [Outro: P.R. Terrorist] Cheap thrill... ya bitches know who you be I'mma live clear without ya Knowledge is infinite, Terrorist shit, the deficit Til the death certificate, nigga
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