"ALECI4 KEY$$ 80DIMEBAG$" lyrics

Bitch hit me up, told me that "I want shit"
I hit her back, and said, "Bitch, you better lick the dick" (Yeah)
Ridin', ridin' 'round town, ain't got shit to do
My dick was hella soft, I nutted on her Gucci shoes
Eighty dime bags, boomin' like Alicia Keys
Ten bitches, coke whores, sniffin' hella keys
I ain't trippy, but my nigga be on LSD
Red eyes, gold teeth, tell me that ain't steez
Pull up on a college bitch and take her to Mickey D's
Number Eight, large fries, dollar sweet tea
Gold herringbone chain, just like Ice-T
Threw on my black frames, then I hit the trees
Hit the reefer, my girlfriend look like Queen Latifah
In the '80s, I'm a fuckin' '90s baby
Tryin' to jack my fuckin' steez? Bitch, you must be crazy
I'm a lazy ass nigga when I beat my dick

Eighty dime bags, boomin' like Alicia Keys
Eighty dime bags, boomin' like Alicia Keys
Eighty dime bags, boomin' like Alicia Keys
Ten coke whores, sniffin' dirty keys
Eighty dime bags, boomin' like Alicia Keys
Eighty dime bags, boomin' like Alicia Keys
Eighty dime bags, boomin' like Alicia Keys
Ten coke whores, sniffin' dirty keys

Oh, man, M16 on the track, man, Juiceman, you know?
Ayy man, we just pull up in them exotic cars, man, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
Man, talking through the radio and all that good shit man, swag like this (Trapaholics)
I talk to my car, like Michael did K.I.T.T
I'm Alaska in Atlanta, and I'm iced when selling bricks