Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Terminal Sex , by - Shakewell. Release date: 13.09.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Terminal Sex |
| Couple hoes when I pull up to my show |
| My enemies tryna' suck me on the low |
| I ain’t trippin' 'bout 'em, still, I got my bros |
| Couple hoes when I pull up to my show |
| My enemies tryna' suck me on the low |
| I ain’t trippin' 'bout 'em, still, I got my bros |
| Couple commas in my bank account, fo' sho' |
| Diamonds dancin', but you know that’s just for show |
| Run up on me, but you know I keep that pole |
| Get outta my mind, don’t wanna think no more |
| Can’t sleep at night, don’t wanna wake up |
| But I can’t afford a pay cut, so I hit that tour |
| Got me whipping my bus, I got two hoes, both lickin' my nuts |
| Don’t trust me, don’t love me, just suck me and leave |
| When you drop to your knees, that fulfills all my needs |
| No strings, no one on my passenger seat |
| I ain’t ever felt the love, 30's keep me feelin' numb |
| Can I ever quit these drugs? |
| I might end it with a slug |
| Sorry for the pain I caused, just a rebel with no cause |
| She said she leavin' me, worried if I don’t wake up |
| Wonderin' what would she do in that morning |
| My family be torn up, can’t deal with no mourning |
| Homies, they crying, they saying they warned me |
| Hey, listen, I’m not into falling, deep into a comatose, okay |
| The reaper be calling, there’s blood on the ceilings and wall |
| The sippin' I slip in, I’m dripping in sauce |
| Poppin' these pills, she be realist, damn soft |
| Bend that bitch over the railing, she sucking and fucking this cock |
| Couple hoes when I pull up to my show |
| My enemies tryna' suck me on the low |
| I ain’t trippin' 'bout 'em, still, I got my bros |
| Couple commas in my bank account, fo' sho' |
| Diamonds dancing but you know that’s just for show |
| Run up on me, but you know I keep that pole |
| Couple hoes when I pull up to my show |
| My enemies tryna' suck me on the low |
| I ain’t trippin' 'bout 'em, still, I got my bros |
| Couple commas in my bank account, fo-sho |
| Diamonds dancing but you know that’s just for show |
| Run up on me, but you know I keep that pole |