Personal Ad

[Verse 1:]

Ladies get your facts straight

You tryna get backstage?

Better get your back straight

You tryna get your rent paid?

Better get your rent saved

Don’t be tryna kick game, how you been down 'fore I blown up

I’m a grown up

Already tryna go down, you just showed up

Slow down, baby hold up

I know this might seem odd, opposites commonly attract

But my erection, is an exception, so if you too easy I won’t get hard

That’s word and that's word to god

Attention every chick that's gotta thick stacked bod

Not pockets, just my nuts, that keep the big fat wad

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Sandman seeking woman

Damn leaving woman

He’s who max the most, she’s the masterpiece

Sandman seeking woman

Damn leaving woman

He’s who max the most, she’s the masterpiece

[Verse 2:]

This is my personal ad

I'm fiendin' for someone to get up close and personal, bad

Ultimately the type that me an her can make parents

Hit me via satellite so we can make plans

I don’t give a muthafucka if you're experienced

That isn’t my concern, I can teach or I can learn

Even if you got a wig or got a weave or got a perm

Probably won’t make it to the church but hun you can still take a turn

I’m not the cat that's tryna make it work

I’m comfy in my zone, it ain’t workin on it's own then what's it worth?

We can open up another condom if I cum first

Any time or any type of problem we can converse

I keep an eye out at my concerts

Think I might start holding tryouts at my concerts

Come buy an we can split the buyouts at the concerts

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[Verse 3:]

Ladies let’s be honest

Homeboy Sand is like a bronze Adonis

If you ain’t about notes, 'cept the philharmonic

Let me pretend I’m your orthodontist

Sometimes I talk dirty

'Times I bone in silence

I’ll be up nights writing poems and sonnets

We won’t need no toys or electronics

We won’t need no joints or gins or tonics

We all have all sorta sorts of options

From the kama sutra and other doctrines

You're now playing doc with

Step into ma hospital, do some hot shit

No gossip

No gracias

God exists (what?)

[Chorus]