Punk (feat. 187Drzy)
Pbootyeater
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My, my, my diamonds dance they twerkin' Just bought that hoe a Birkin Don't wanna put that work in All these hoes that I be swervin' I'm still 16, I'm still young Boy this stupid in my cup Actin' stupid actin' dumb Boy this stupid in my guts Bitch came over, tried to kiss me I said "bitch just suck my nuts" Bitch tried startin' somethin' with me, but I'm just trying to f*ck Trying to f*ck Told me somethin' I forgot She said she wanna get married like bitch say what? (What?) It's always the crazy hoes Well it's just my luck Drivin' on my way to downtown in a big ass Tonka truck Ok, Ok, Ok (Yeah) Ok, Ok (Woah) Looked at the mirror, am I ok? Am I insane? Am I the same guy or did I change Bad bitch filling up my brain Bad bitch, She givin' me brain Baby, I need you to stay (Oh) I swear that you're not in the way (Way) Baby, I need you to stay (Oh) I swear that you're not in the way (Oh) Booty eater's in the truck In reverse, we run amuck Got no bitches, got no luck Timberland down to my butt Got the boots and tiki hut Asking Preston for my cut (Oh) "Hey Preston when you paying" (Oh shit I gotta pay Elliott hold up hold up) All these hoes got me in pain Got the cup full of insane Tonka truck in both the lanes My wrist wet, she call it rain I can never feel the same, same, same, same, same, same Ironman on both my fists On my cell like mitosis A butt guy, but I like tits Take a lax I've got the shits "aw shit I gotta" "Aye what the f*ck, Round 2" Think I've gone too far Don't lie, I raised the bar Smoke his ass like it's a cart Drift on the beat like I drift a car, car I'm on a, I'm on a star (Oh) I'm on a, I'm on a star (Oh) Said she want tip and I gave her a hint Lil bitch want dick, only stick is a hit Ran up some money, it's time well spent Milking a joke like the utters are shit, Gong Search history how to make bombs Me, Bootyeater, and Statefarm 5% battery on Facetime Call me a dick, yes I'm up in this bitch I'm only twelve, got a quarter, I'm rich Failed the last quarter, precum, Mr.Tip Body the pussy, a bag zip-zip Nut everywhere like a squirrel's wet dream Take off my shirt and they call it obscene She stop breathing, that's track three Oh, you crying? Left on seen Ok, Ok, Ok (Yeah) Ok, Ok (Woah)
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Written by: Elliott Molina-Sanchez, Preston Tu
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