Lyrics:
It might sound sick, it might be petty
But ya never been sucked by Blowjob Betty!
Biatch!
Yeah hoe, y'all niggas don't know though, that's it
hit my first J
see my parents were hippies I was delivered at home
to relax during labor mom lit up a bone
so when it comes to getting high ya'll I'm
I'm still young but distinguished
Think you flame see ya blaze get extinguished
You wanna spar by the bar with a linguist
You gon face an Arsenal like
the middle of the shoot out
I survived, not surprising' death couldn't hold me back
Alpha stocks, I keep rising.... yo C. Laney
Catch ya lying, yo C. Laney,
to the bitch who's the dopest butterflyer
I'll make her break it down like she patra when i catch ya
Broadway is on the tables
While i throw these lyrica atcha
Feel like Juicy J when she Slobbin On My Knob Yup
Lots of different tops this time her hair in bob Yup
She said do you like it “I said baby Oh my god”
dont play
They know im bought to bubble
Take off space shuttle
Ya seein me now just look at me later
Baby i know you hater
I aint tryna penetrate ya
Im
by the name of Rihanna with me
Straight from Barbados, give 'em that flavor baby girl
Let's go
You were there for me when I needed you when my
nature
Got that daily bread I ain't even need a Baker
Faith on stacks, all I read on paper
UH
mustard seed, that's all it takes ya
Prayer and fasting is my
to the flo', time to get this bitch hype
Niggaz in the place, all up in my face
Somebody touch my ass I might have to catch a case
Don't let the face fool ya
to ride a dick
Then eat it up
Yeah super head
Won't leave a nut
No panties
Known freaky sl*t
Skeet it in her teeth
And stuff
Call me M.J. way I slid
nah we don't do that tusslin
If I see ya bitch then I'm shootin Like J.J
Niggas wear Off-White shoes on a off day
Yeah I'm feelin good every day is
get them all together kill em all call that a killstreak ugh
Call of Duty absolutely I see juicy booties gettin groovy time
To do the boogie woogie grab
be calling
I be saying I don’t know
I’m a different type a nigga
I just wanna keep my soul
Everyday I’m by myself
And yes I’m chilling on the low
I
maker
I got one more night till the end yeah
So high I’m off the radar
Spaced out I’ll talk to ya later
Feet ache from chasing paper
Rest in peace this
it a one-night stand
I'm standing in the club like Work That Girl
Bounce it up and down, now twerk That Girl
Maybe, later on you let me Murk That Girl
Woah, tats on my face I will never have a desk job
But I just got promoted by ya bitch, I got the head job
She ain't Jeff Bezos but I swear she got
lick ya
Baby, you got me feelin', crazy
Don't worry 'bout these haters
Wait up, wait up, I got room keys
Come see me later
We can fulfill fantasies, so
It's Elementary
Clement made this beat
Let me start off just by saying this a real true story (That's a fact)
About a nigga named Randy when he got
can't help but fart loud
So be proud, momma shake that shit
Don't feel intimidated by that boney lil' bitch
I order number three with a super-sized
next to mine and
Later catch a movie then go chill at Baskin Robins ya
I can be ya euphoria cuz baby girl I’m needing more of ya
I’ll go through
betta watch me 'cause I'm doin' bad
'Cause I'm hurtin', I gotta get me
Now where the goods at Playboy give me that
And if them goods bad I'll make ya
that I get exercise
Off wit' ya' legs, then it's off wit' ya' head
Call me Jay J the Hannibal Lecter
Your body spread out on a spread (Yes)
I'm hitting
a nigga, would you ride for a nigga, baby? (Yeah)
Would you die for a nigga, baby? Hey (would ya?)
Baby girl, would you cry for your nigga, baby?
Would
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