Flirtin With Depravity Lyrics

I'm the man with the plan, I'm in high demand

Poppin' grease, like a frying pan

Sock it to my pockets baby, don't deny my hands

You claim to be a real one, why you lyin' man

When you speak truth, you're the one that they resent

Lil' baby, I'm not gonna pay your rent

You're a sideshow ho, not the main event

Niggas out here with capes on, tryna save the bitch

These bitches doin the most to get more clout

I just want the whore's mouth, her kitty's worn out

Makin' major moves and getting big gwop

I'm in the fast lane, you're stuck at the pit stop (zooooom)

Yeah, right past ya, look back, had to flabbergast ya

You can see that bro's really fumin

Mad cause he saw a nigga just zoomin

Got his ho over there just choosin

She can't help but think I'm a fly-ass human

She wanna suck me up and swallow my chromosomes

I'm about to break the bitch like a toblerone

She respects the way that I hold my own

This good izm, got her out that mobile home

Ooh yeah, even her momma knows

She's a fast money gettin' lil' ornery ho

She's doin' adult model shows, for dollars, bro

I got motion like tippin' over dominoes

Ooh I'm really him, that's the end of it

Izm is infinite, I'm head of the syndicate

In these streets flirtin with depravity

I pull a bitch like gravity, they mad at me

She turnin' heads, countin' bread off her anatomy

It's a tragedy, these sluts are so raggedy

In these streets flirtin with depravity

I pull a bitch like gravity, they mad at me

She turnin' heads, countin' bread off her anatomy

It's a tragedy, these sluts are so raggedy

Ooh, I'm so slick with the lingo

Pretty lil' bitch, that bring though

I'ma need them blues, bingo

Countin' fifties and they pink like flamingos

I'm a dog-ass nigga like a dingo

I'm mashin' on the bitch, doin' my thing though

Ballin' like a pro, never missin' when I shoot

Broke bitches aren't cute, yeah, they get the boot

Get em outta here, yeah they're history

This bitch is smoked out like hickory, you kiddin' me

Lookin' tore up from the floor up jittery

It's a victory, not to deal with that misery

Don't get it twisted, the times are wicked

My dialogue is slick and encrypted

There's rules to this game, bitch, get with it

I'm bouta bag, baby and these dollars are addictive

In these streets flirtin with depravity

I pull a bitch like gravity, they mad at me

She turnin' heads, countin' bread off her anatomy

It's a tragedy, these sluts are so raggedy

In these streets flirtin with depravity

I pull a bitch like gravity, they mad at me

She turnin' heads, countin' bread off her anatomy

It's a tragedy, these sluts are so raggedy