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afroman - there's a price to pay lyrics

[chorus]
yeah… there’s a price to pay for the girls you lay
life’s gonna hang you a bill one day
before your freedom or your life get took
get a girl, a wife or a playboy book

one more time
[chorus]

sitting at a red light
trying to get my head right
this girl p-ss with a monster–ss
mentally distracted
i meant us to reacted
my p-n-s’ expanding
her number i demanded
the questions i asked her were nice and discrete
but now she’s in my p-ssenger seat
turn on the beat
went to my castle
f-cked without a h-ssle
oh, it felt great in her -ssh0l-
she was s-xy seductive
her name was morgan
i loved the way she sucked my reproductive organ
i road it and road it
finally unloaded (uhh)
went to the bathroom because i couldn’t hold it
oh i looked down and i was trippin’
because i’d seen blood drippin’
off the tip of my p-n-s
it don’t take a g*nius
to think that’s she’s a virgin
scrubbed my d-ck with detergent
i’m in the mix, if you know what i mean
cuz the girl’s only sixteen
your nipples are hard
your bootie’s soft
but cutie i need to drop you off
p-ssed my keys smashed ’em down the street
trying to get rid of the bra
but her mama standing in the front yard
lookin’ at me weird cuz i’m gangsta geared
i looked kinda old with a fro and a beard
she looked at me if i was satan
i smashed off… [??]
turned the sh-t up had the b-ss go whopping
stressing like a mothaf-cker going back to compton
turned down the street and i was skatin’ homey
sheriff department straight waiting on me
we just need to ask a few questions homey
why the f-ck you putting these handcuffs on me?
got to the station, now they tellin’ me
that sh-t i did was a felony
maybe you can release your rap tape
when you through doing time statutorial rape

[chorus]

buccccoooc
padapapayaa..

met this girl named ki’m working at m&m
she was nice and slim
she got a man but she don’t talk to him
you don’t let her tell it
sniff that p-ssy you can probably smell it
anyway she got a baby, offcourse, offcourse
her and her man is going through a divorce
we kept talkin’ so good so far
we started walkin’ back to my car
fired up the engine went to my house
pulled down my pants, started cheatin’ on my spouse
with the slow tempo, i f-cked blah, but she’s a nimfo
b-tch likes it fast and hard oh my god this girl is odd
lost my vision as i shot my wad
pulled on my pants, c-cked up my [get?]
i gotta get rid of this hood rat
cuz she’s callin’ another man on my telephone
it’s time for this b-tch to take her -ss home
after ej-cul-tion, took the b-tch home with no conversation
no more luther or [?]
i pulled out my all-white too short tape
i’m playin’ and the sh-t still hit
ima make the b-tch walk if she talks some sh-t
got to her house banged on the curve
threw my head back fired up some herb
she asked me do you wanna come in
i said wait a minute woman
who do you live with
she said i’m single, i don’t play that sh-t
i don’t lie i tell every guy
you gotta call me first before you come by
i said alright
put my car in parked
then i walked inside
i hit the alarm for my ’83 caddy
she was yippin’ and yappin’
about her baby daddy
talkin’ with her who’d she pitched?
she called her baby-daddy a lil’ old b-tch
talkin’ sh-t loud and fast
b-tch talking but she kicked his -ss
said she sucked it, like a lil’ old hoe
we was disturbed by a knock on the door
d-mn who’s that where’s my [get?]
i hope i don’t die f-cking with this hood-rat
i’m trying to be one of those palmdale playas
but now i’m caught in some chaos
but now i’m caught in some chaos
but now i’m caught..
hey anyway man
the tv and the radio was playin’
i couldn’t quite figure out what they was saying
they voices started escalating
and i’m sitting on the couch debating
should i stay? should i leave?
should i grab this b-tch by her f-cking weaves
suck her in the eye b-tch don’t lie
you knew your baby-daddy was fixing to come by
and you invited me in
now look at the shape i’m in
my palms are sweaty
my muscles was tense
stood up fool i couldn’t take the suspense
i walked to the door kinda nervous
im not ready for a funeral service
opened the door, comic cool
i got eye contact with the fool
she talked about hi’m as if he was small
come to find out he’s like seven feet tall
i spoke he spoke
he gave me a pow with his hand
i walked right past the man
jumped in my ’83 cadillac
drove down the street then i never came back
went to the house grabbed the mic and started rappin’
about the [?] that could’ve happened

[chorus]

bucooc!

padapapayaa… [fade out]

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