Cheap Thrills-Dom Pachino

Cheap Thrills - Dom Pachino (Intro: P.R. Terrorist) Mira, mira mami Dame la chocha, Terrorist sh*t Mucho grande, yeah, yeah, yeah, yo, yo (Chorus 2X: P.R. Terrorist) Cheap thrills, gettin' hot sex for dollar bills Cheap thrills, druggin' 'em up wit pink pills Cheap thrills, givin' me beek, ridin' my wheels Cheap thrills, everybody know how it feels (P.R. Terrorist) She sucked the babies out my dick Crayola colors, painted in lipstick She nearly fainted when she sat on it and drink it P**sy, contaminated when wet, the glaminated Rock an afro, or a mohawk, it seems today the b**ches Could never touch some free sh*t They come in custom, as for me, ain't a damn thing free I make 'em study 250 weekly, wit dedication to the G.O.D. Showin' me, all that can be, within' the Army Cook the hot mill, throw my fatigues up in the laundry Burn you quick fast, seven days later, jump in the pharmacy Dick drippin', pubic's itchin', she still bitchin' Sayin', ni**a, you ain't get it from me Niggaz be wishin' they could hit this sh*t B**ch, you must be stupid, p**sy keep us stitched So bad, you need to do sh*t plus ya p**sy look nasty as f**k Let's keep it real, for ya birthday I bought you a case of Badger Skill And you still knows, say you need minus, that's me Try to sh*t on my dick, now you coppin' a plea Cuz that bum a** ni**a, ain't f**kin' like me Dick ain't as big as me, you see, b**ch I pull ya skin back til I see pink Up on my belly, stick my finger in ya a** Back shot in you in the telly, don't be mad at me Just be glad that you have me, for a hot second, til I had reality check (Chorus 2X) (Outro: P.R. Terrorist) Cheap thrill... ya b**ches know who you be I'mma live clear without ya Knowledge is infinite, Terrorist sh*t, the deficit Til the death certificate, ni**a