Guess it's Back to Condoms Lyrics

Aye, the city got me going in circles

Ima have your ass jumping like my last name is hurdle

Oh my god I just love it when the baby love the girdle

Oh my god I love when baby can't have babies, she ain't fertile

Oh my god they just changed the law, baby hit my line

Said I'm at Walmart, she said "Get in line

Ask for condoms cause you ain't hitting raw no more"

Like c'mon baby, you don't trust god no more?

I got the cup filled with Gin

To the top of the rim

Babe you fucking with a player, you ain't fucking with a pimp

You ain't fucking with a lame, you ain't fucking with a Jim

Babe you fucking with a Sam, Babe you fucking with the best

And the best is a sharp shooter, 22 GSG she protect the home

Now I got my girly Retta tucked beside the thrown

She my thotty-otty-otty she just loves to blow