
She's distracted, by my reflectors, man, I can tell the chick is attracted
My wheels spoke to her, my swing is a chick magnet
Bagging up chicks like a bag of chips
With a bag of prophylactics as big as Mick Jagger lips
Shagging's not something I'm a pro at,
but I ain't practicing shyt
Allen,
Iverson has safe sex, condoms are for practice, man, I skip practice 
Flip backwards while I flip this bike on its banana seat
My fantasy's to have you land where the kick stand is
Got this bytch gagging, they call me the broad killer
I'm the cousin of Godzilla
Cause I spit fire and my dikk is draggin'
Zig-zaggin' up the avenue, pulling these chicks in my antagonist
Waggin', screamin'
you flimsy fakkits cant compain about him "yelling"

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