Sexual Fantasies*

Lyrics
Lyrics from Snippet [Intro] Sid Vicious, rock out just like Sex Pistols (Woo-hoo) [Chorus] Sid Vicious, rock out just like Sex Pistols (What? What?) Sid Vicious, rock out just like Sex Pistols (Ah) Got my blick, got my blick, keep my pistol (Boop-boop) [?] in this ho, this bitch just like [Rigby?] (Nigga, what?) [Verse] Finna do anal with his bitch, she's a bad whore (Say what?) She's a slut, I got racks on me, I pop tags, whore (What?) Niggas broke, better go get some racks, I got bags, boy Fuck that boy, tell my shooter, "Go," we'll put racks on your head, boy (What?) Don't fuck with these niggas, I don't even know that boy (Ah) Wipe his fuckin' nose, he need tissues, slime that boy (Ayy) Finna put this ho all on me, I'm so rockstar, I'm punk Slimey, stay with all my blicks, he don't got no motion He got a VET' jacket, talkin' 'bout Sexual Fantasies (Nigga, what?) I'm tryna fuck that bitch, she havin' sexual fantasies (Say what?) That boy clapped, nigga, [?] all of my niggas (What?) Fucked that nice ho, I need all my hoes mean (What? What?) [Chorus] Sid Vicious, rock out just like Sex Pistols (What? What?) Sid Vicious, rock out just like Sex Pistols (Ah) Got my blick, got my blick, keep my pistol (Boop-boop) [?] in this ho, this bitch just like [Rigby?] (Nigga, what?) [Outro] (Boop-boop-boop-boop-boop-boop) Fuck you talkin' 'bout? Bitch-ass [...]
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- Nine Vicious