Lip Locked

I put the pedal to the medal When I, mash out And push your face in the pillow When I, lash out If you cash out, baby what do you get? You got the same ol' dick cuz you done got whipped You keep your chips in the game, think you last long And spend every extra minute with your glass bong You gettin' tact with your wig pulled back I'm good in the sack like aphrodisiac You see baby, that's what they say And high prices, is what they pay For a little dime bag, or ziploc And get with friends or girlfriends They keep their lip locked She wore high socks and short ass skirts And gettin' good head, was one of the perks It works, and even though you was all gravy Had to cut you off cuz ya ain't my lady Get ya ass up, I don't care what you feelin' Gotta go, this rap game is like drug dealin' Long nights and short stints of sleep Gotta keep my cuddies close, and try to (?) me They laughin' at me cuz I like heavy women They cappin' on me, but wish I would roll wid 'em E, I live dangerously Just another playboy who's suddenly seen You know what I mean Every day is a (?) race Get a breezy, get her sprung off the cock taste See these hoes never amaze me Talkin' shit cuz they crazy Who, is you tryin' to be? Ooh, I know it ain't Smoov-E Who, is gon' get you tact? Better move, here comes the big bomb sack