This song will be featured in the upcoming CD Sylent '1ower 3ast'. Produced by Sylent at Low-Budget-But-f***-It Productionz. Recorded at LA Hitman Studios.

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This song will be featured in the upcoming CD Sylent "1ower 3ast".
Produced by Sylent at Low-Budget-But-F***-It Productionz.
Recorded at LA Hitman Studios.

THE LOVE SONG
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This song is dedicated... to all the hynas in love... Check it out.
I’m going f***ing crazy hearing all these bi***es complaining,
They’re talking sh*** about the games all us vatos are playing.
Save that sh*** for someone who gives a f***.
A player wouldn’t play ya if you weren’t quick to give it up.
You licked it up, you licked it down, you licked it all around,
So don’t get mad when I nut up in your f***ing mouth,
You ain’t nothing now. I can’t respect you.
This hyna tried to come around but bi*** I wouldn’t let you.
I will forget you faster than your panties dropped.
Never said ‘I love you’ ‘cause we didn’t get the time to talk.
From ‘What’s up’ then right to the bedroom.
You let me finger f*** you then you gave me head too.
So let’s see how far she will go.
Thirty minutes later see me nutting in her nose.
Cum bubbles in her nose, the look of love up in her eyes.
I throw her clothes back at her and then I say goodbye.

I wouldn't be a player if you didn't give it up.
I wouldn't be a player if you didn't let me f***.
I wouldn't be a player if you didn't let me nut in your face.
You stupid slut, get your stuff and get the f*** on your way.

I wouldn't be a player [echo] If you didn't give it up.
I wouldn't be a player [echo] If you didn't let me f***.

You got a lot of nerve blaming fools for your broken hearts.
You bi***es f*** when you see us driving firme cars.
If I’m a dog, you ain’t nothing but a bone.
3 kids, no daddies, living in your mothers home,
Getting boned by the homies, catching STDs,
When you should be at home teaching all your kids A-B-Cs,
And then you look at me with teardrops in your eyes,
Crying. Saying ‘Why’s it so hard to find a decent guy’.
Let me tell you why and I can’t sugar coat.
The varrio know about all the dicks you rode,
All the nuts that you sucked, all the cum you swallowed.
He loves you right now, mija, but what about tomorrow.
When you finally tell the man of your dreams
All about your past, mija? What will he think?
Don’t even ask ‘cause when he’s done f***ing you,
No longer is he loving you. Mija, it ain’t nothing new.
That’s how it goes from his hyna to a ho.
Thinking with your pussy, now you’re left all alone.
Waiting by the phone and you’re hoping it’ll ring.
Oldies on your radio play another sad song to sing.

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