WAY DOWN IN DECATUR

She's a blondie, can barely take her hands off me Taste like ginger, the Molly make her lip bitter Her tips get bigger Her trips are paid for by your local Bezos Miss no meals now, my hips a little bit thicker I keep my snacks tucked cause I heard you want me for dinner I make you quiver With just my whisper, g'd up like your fazos Body nip tucked, look good with all of your paper You dont mind it Your mans a lil bit sicker, running up a mill, put her in that will For that lifetime peso Born in Broward Her booty flown in from Houston Take like an hour for mans to finish a cuban We run with sailors We talk like goons Hanging up on payphones Miss Molly miss Molly Miss Molly Way down in Decatur Miss Molly miss Molly Miss Molly Way down in Decatur Maybe if you call her phone Maybe she in my cabron My song might could be set to her pink razrphone ringtone You hate it when she run ya dome She never love to leave me alone Been waiting for her uber home Dial tone dial tone dial Maybe if you call her phone Maybe she in my cabron She at my crib real stoned My song might could be set to her pink razrphone ringtone You hate it when she run ya dome She never love to leave me alone Been waiting for her uber home Dial tone dial tone dial Miss Molly miss Molly Miss Molly Way down in Decatur Miss Molly miss Molly Miss Molly Way down in Decatur (Laid up in Decatur) (Laid up in Decatur) (Laid up)