Lyrics Something Borrowed - Dave Blunts

(I'm working on dying)
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah

Thinkin' about Madison, I see her in my dreams
Heard she gettin' married, and I fell down to my knees
And since we talking 'bout knees, let's switch the story to Abigail
She be sellin' pussy, and plus she work at Taco Bell

All my niggas stupid, but not as dumb as David Brown
That boy went to prison, and then his bitch got passed around
Okay, I'm just kiddin', his bitch ain't really get passed around
But if she wanted to fuck, I probably would've took her down

Thinkin' 'bout her everyday, Madison took my heart away
My heart, it can't be tamed, need a Perky for the pain
I got a lot of bitches, but I don't got Madison
I got a lot of money, but I don't got Madison

Shuey broke, I'm getting paid
Hit your bitch in the back of the rave
Fuckin' your bitch and I'm making her pee
Ran up my money, I'm not TwoThree
Run up my money, I'm not like Shuey
Niggas, they hate 'cause my life is a movie
Niggas, they hate 'cause they bitch is a groupie
I'm in her mouth like the Groovy Smoothie

Niggas, they hate 'cause I'm fuckin' they bitch
I'm 'bout to pour up the Wock' and the Tris
Ride around town and I'm clutching my stick
I'm clutching my .30, I'm clutching my pole
Niggas be like, "Why you dropped out of school?"
I'm stupid as fuck, I really was slow
Told that boy, "Don't run up on me"
My .30 be bussin' like Taylor, I'm cold