Lyrics:
hate on me, why don't you go and get you some?
Motherfucker, go get you some
Get off my dick, bitch, get out my mix and tell me where the real
buss off a dat
Up inna di middle, make you buss off yuh glock
Send it up inna di glue weh you like it
Things weh me do for di right dick
Whine just
in these guts
Wipe my dick and then that's enough
[Daz]
She want to kiss me after she done lick me
Slap the drunk, you know the ho got Tinesi
[Too
I offered this bitch a doggie biscuit you call me misogynistic
Bitch get to massagin' this dick
Like spas in this bitch
Slob on it with gobs
(Hey you little sorry mother fucker
You know I'm pregnant now)
Pregnant for who?
(You bitch, you trifling ho')
You ain't pregnant for me
I ain't
to hold this bitch down
Like a motherfuckin' chick underwater, he tryna d-dr-drown
Shawty, when you dance, you got me captivated
Just by the way that you
John applied for a job at Dick's Automotive and
Dick came to the door and he said,
"Tell me Johnny boy. Can you rotate the tires on a '72 Subaru?"
I gotta be slammin, gotta be comin
And you know we smoke weed
We don't fuck with embalmin
Cause that shit bad for a G like me
I guess I represent
words, dick bigger than a bong nigga
Stop drinking Moet & Chandon nigga
You better pour me some Cisqo if you want
To get up in this thong nigga
My logo is
dick for the fame, get the fuck out
Popped me a Perc'
Sip me some syrup
I'm tripping the fuck out
Send me the skkrt
Send in a Merc and he get
embalmin
Cause that shit bad for a G like me
I guess I represent Southside lil Kici
I showin em, Everybody got on they Nikes
And you know what everybody
All my niggaz with the flow
I put the game in a fold
Want the money by the load
Give me 20 for a show
J brazzy im on go
Know I put on for the four
Still
I payed the cost to rock this drip so don’t be asking me no questions
Lil bitch blind by the dick because she know this shit a blessing
Don’t be
[Featuring Street Life]
[Method Man]
Suspect chin niggas no win niggas
send niggas back to go try again niggas
all hail me
of taking it slow
We'll use emojis only
We don't need phonetical diction
We'll talk dirty like we're ancient Egyptians
You send me a peach
I send
bitch)
By time you catch up, I'll be on that next shit (skrrt)
Bitches worried 'bout what I don't post (why?)
The only time you turnt, ho, is when I go
clack?
Have you ever been bitch slapped by a fuckin' dick
That's hairy and pathetic; real small like a Tic-Tac
Fresh breath disease, flavoured chocolate
da-da-da-dum, dum-da-dum)
Fuck y'all then (dum, da-da-da-dum, dum-da-dum)
You can get the dick, just call me the ballsack, I'm nuts
Michael Vick in this
a flight)
I know I be talkin' shit (talkin' shit)
That's just me, I want some dick (uh-huh)
Nigga, why you movin' slow? (Uh-huh)
You just need to text
Heart when you fade out, just be the great now
Lost but I give you all that they left out
Cold when they rush in, shot for the worst sin
Send me
you looking for
I know how to send shivers down your spine
Tell me can you handle more
I like when you say all that dick is mine
I can get nasty
No lie,
To suffer from scorn, scoffers and mockers
So I send you to toil for me alone
I send you to bind the brokenhearted
To work and to weep over lost
and thighs no nuggets
Send you next to God if you touch it
I gotta get to the duckets
Need my chicken by the buckets
Breast and thighs no nuggets
Send you next
romantic fruit basket and some candles
Call me Kyrie how I grasped her by her handles
She's yellin' out “go faster!” as I slammed her
She makes my Crowe
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