All the bad stuff, let them pull out the strong
All the wh*res, hanging like earrings
And I'm not at fault, I put you in a jam
All the bad stuff, let them pull out the strong
All the wh*res, hanging like earrings
And I'm not at fault, I put you in a jam
They call her the codfish
She just got tired of being passed around everywhere
With mine blessed, nobody has left me
If you have it, it's 'cause I want that
You don't run, I grab it whenever I want
You want to reach me and there's no way
Jumping on every side, inside and out
They're a crew of filthy, addicted hookers
All the bad stuff, let them pull out the strong
All the wh*res, hanging like earrings
And I'm not at fault, I put you in a jam
All the bad stuff, let them pull out the strong
All the wh*res, hanging like earrings
And I'm not at fault, I put you in a jam