Punk’D!

I said, "There's a whore at my door that shouldn't be here anymore
She shook my heart to the core, and it hit me right, right on the floor"

I gotta go, gotta settle the score, and it ain't no
I'm finding out what a whore, I'm going broke
And she's begging for more, and I know
I can tell you something
You said, "A war, mayhem, bring it to your door
Knock, knock, knock, it's a package of your porridge
I be in the field, I'm with the children at a court
Married to the money, I can never get to fall

Feel like cool clothes, all dressed in white
That nigga's cooped up, won't come outside
Gotta knew him, that's customized
MTV, come pick my round
Call the pound in some good dope, I'm high
I be smoking on Zaza, I'm proud
I just want the money, I don't want a hundred, why?
If we being honest, wanna cheat a hundred times

Not a hero, I'm a villain in disguise
Not a hero, I'm not saving any lives
If you fool me once, you probably never fool me twice
Give you one a second tie, we let it slide

Say, I don't know your problem, baby
I don't know what's got into you now
I don't know how life's been laid-laid
I don't know that it's so hard to proving that

I said, "There's a whore at my door that shouldn't be here anymore
She shook my heart to the core, and let me ride right on the floor"

I gotta go, I gotta settle the score
I didn't know, I felt it out with a whore
I'm going broke, she's begging for more
You wanna know? I'll be talking some more
I said, "I'm worried, man, I'm bringing to your door
Knock, knock, knock, it's a package of your porridge
I'll be in the field, I'm with the children at a court
Married to the money, I can never get to fall"

I feel like Ku Klux, all dressed in white
Cooped up, won't come outside
Got a new whip, that's customized
MTV call Pemora