Ran it back for a rerun So I guess this is my VIP now Hey lil ho, said sit, not speak 43 don't need a switch if she just gettin beat can't say the same about me, I'll flip up on a bitch top when I walk in, n' bottom when the bottle hits Two fingers on her throat and three down in the cup Count down from ten, hit five and she gives up "how high" ain't the answer to "sit," still let her slide wrong trick, right beezy, she go dumb first try Pull up, hella bitches in the hall, all of 'em lit she loaded, so am I, only one of us mean the six she pour, I don't spill; I pour, n' she don't spit Neither one of us is leaving 'til the other can't sit Go dumb, get stupid, that's the only trick I teach thizz face on a good girl, she ain't gotta speak cut the shit, lil ho, you ain't 'bout it, n' we know lotta blow on the table, n' she still cold as snow Buckets full of bottles like we drinking from a well puppygirl at the window pretending that she can't tell Blacked out by the fourth, still the one on my feet everybody else slumped, hyphy 'til they couldn't speak (Malort, not heem) Whip don't take 93, it take her skin, grits teeth hand on the choke, think that's the only key I'm gonna need flood her once, watch her stall, let her sit n' she'll turn over redline her all night, wake the neighbors when she scream New tags on her collar make a lot of noise new tricks, dumb mutt, but she still got the poise why would I answer to these tops when they can't tie a knot Last one couldn't either, n' thats why the bitch got cropped Final call at the couch, girls dropping like snow half passed out, half on the floor 'cause they chose good girl mountain, and I'm the one on top 'Til the bottle hit, bitch, n' they watch me drop Pretty little trap and she walking right in 'fore she clock how deep, she already to the chin "Yes ma'am" out her mouth, first time it ever fit Took a month to say it, took a minute to sit Fourth shot hit and the collar switched hands That's the only 30 minutes I don't think about bands she think she got it, girl, that's a loaner, what was your plan half an hour later, got her leash back in my hand Face it, my face in the mattress, n' that'l be the cover shot Crop by the door and the Glock still stock Feelin' myself even face down, that arch hella hot Go dumb for a half hour, then I'm back on top Sun up, six coats, all still on one hook Five of 'em leave, one of 'em stay cause she booked Season two picked up, "last episode" if you look It's suboptimal n' she'd know cuz she wrote the book Everybody picked but nobody gets kept like damn... Shit's sad... that's so sad... You must be so sad...