Shordie Shordie, Murda Beatz - Sin City Lyrics

(800Kay got them beats, coach)
(Murda on the beat, so it's not nice)

Woah, let me read this letter
I got up and saw this shit, I know you doin' better
Wanna touch it, but I can't, I know it's gettin' wetter
Take it off and let me see, I get my shit together
Livin' woke, sellin' coke, when I'm done, buy a boat
Tell her, "You can't come with me unless you know how to float"
Buy a gun, get 'em both, bitch, you mean, you sayin', "No"
Tell her, "You can't touch my shit, I'll put you out, gotta go"

In Nevada, with my pistol
Don't go against me, pull that chopper out and kiss you
Invite me over, when you leave, she give me head too
I'll probably pull up 'cause I miss you

I should make them niggas slide tonight
He get hit, he in the sky tonight
Pull up, get them bitches high tonight
But you too good at lookin' bad, I wish you could
I'm drinkin' lean, you look at me like I'm a fiend, it ain't that good
I got that thing, don't make no scene
Like I should scream, I wish you would
Wanna hold you, mold you, get you right
I shouldn't fucked with you tonight

In Nevada, with my pistol
Don't go against me, pull that chopper out and kiss you
Invite me over, when you leave, she give me head too
I'll probably pull up 'cause I miss you

In Nevada, with my pistol
Don't go against me, pull that chopper out and kiss you
Invite me over, when you leave, she give me head too
I'll probably pull up 'cause I miss you