So hey girl I wanna know your name,
I don’t wanna be your silly little game,
I don’t wanna play I aint even entered,
It’s always been about you you’re so self centered,
So you took me for a ride and I liked it,
So you took me again and I couldn’t fight it,
I know I only deserve what I ask to get,
But this is real terror stuff like Virginia Tech.
So temptation is like chocolate cake,
You love it so much its opposite to rape,
I liked you because you seemed ripe,
Local girls won’t suck me off cause I’m too white,
Its simple when you smiled with dimples,
Local girls wont hump me cause of my pimples,
I know I’m a slag but at least I stay true,
You’re a virus your Bernard Mathews turkey flu.
Shagging round with other guys,
Bragging about their size,
And I’m tired of all the lies,
No texts why do you hide,
I don’t wanna be your bit on the side,
Shagging round with other guys,
Bragging about their size,
I’m so sick of all the lies,
Thought we were Bonnie and Clyde,
But I’m just your bit on the side.
I don’t ever wanna be your silver medal,
I don’t ever wanna be your break pedal,
I don’t ever wanna be your substitute,
I don’t ever wanna be your parachute,
I don’t ever wanna be your Gordon Brown,
I don’t ever wanna be your twin town,
I don’t ever wanna be your place to hide,
I don’t wanna be your B-side.
Gaz illionaire
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