Lyrics

Preparing the Krabby Patty! Hit em with the bars like that bitch Ms Puff Get trapped like a lobster for thinking you tough You chat like a Nematoad Shut the fuck up Or just like a patty we grilling you up You niggas like Patrick You funny and dumb You niggas is amateur Learn some more stuff Your girlfriends be on me and I've had enough (That crazy bitch out there again!) That crazy bitch out there again That bitch is a demon She bringing in all of her friends (Uh-huh!) Niggas be fiends You sell it They buying the dream The pussy they can't get for free Meanwhile I'm putting the dick in her spleen (Aye! Aye! Aye!) She gargle my nut like she use listerine I'm childish I get it You watch over me (Woah, Woah!) While I'm staying lowkey Keep a Glock wit a beam (Hah!) Okay While I'm pushing the limits wit more speed (Huh?) Gotta pop more pills need morphine (Yeah!) Can't slow down while she sucking on me (Uh-huh!) Mrs. Puff in the driver seat Puffing on green Not the Kelp shake Smoking OG Wit the homies Shorty tryna dog me Wanna bone me But she didn't wanna fuck wit me (What?) She tryna clone me Tryna phone me She ain't know me (Un-uh!) Now you looking like a phony Fucking homies She fucking the homies Like Lois she nosy She shaking her body She do Hoky Poky Catch me outside like I'm Danielle Bregoli Like Stewie I need all the money you owe me My aunt was a cop and it's still fuck the police Still not at the top but you niggas below me Their bitch would be too if I just let them blow me (Mmm) She told me she love me and she wanna hold me I told her she bugging she don't even know me And that's when your girl tried to dome me (Damn) But I don't want it nigga Ravioli Ravioli, ravioli I still want the bread you owe me I might have to smoke a nigga Arnold Schwartzenegar stogie (Stogie) I know y'all fucking names Nigga Squidward's trophies (Tss) All these niggas getting cake? Damn I think somethings phony My guys bring they own bread to the table That's a potluck We touch bread and find a way to flip it Ain't no option Yeah we still screaming free our niggas that they locked up (Free the fuckin' gang!) Dirty bubble niggas hating it's bout time you washed up (Washed up) I be on a mission like I'm out in shell city Real bad bitch with some real big titties Gotta take my time I don't like quickies I'm shitting on niggas it's how I stay skinny Training video how I cut a bitch off Bitches be bugging they getting ticked off I get the money and then I dip off Still leave with your honey cuz I got the sauce Nah Keep her she ugalee I make her stutter Deedutalee But I don't want her That's luckily She a crab and I could make her suck me up so crustily These niggas hating they can not get next to me These niggas be Plankton they just want the recipe These bitches be wasted I stay off the Hennessy I might flip like a patty if niggas start testing me If you don't got checks for me You can not check for me Life is a game and you can not play chess with me Since weed is legal they really can't mess with me So it's fuck all the cops that had fined and arrested me It's fuck all the cops who had fined and arrested my niggas on petty shit (Aye, aye, woo) Put it to sleep like a bitch wit a nightstick These niggas trying it (Uh ah) We'll put an end to ya world like the Mayans did That bitch an eater Cuz she wanna dine in I broke her back Now she feel like Mike Tyson (Shpinal) She finna suck me up like she a Dyson She FaceTime the dick So the calls are declining (God) Stop all the fussin' Bitch, stop all the whinin' They baby is sleepin Ain't tryna make noise Creep to your crib And we look through your drawers (Aye) Panty raid, panty raid (Yah) We hit a score (Yah) Niggas is sleeping (Aye) I'm hearing them snore (Ah) Been ready to cook up I know they want more I'm taking taking my time I'm doing my best And I don't need stress (Aye) And I don't need stress (Aye) Aye, bitch! Something like that I don't know yeah (Whore) Something like that I don't know I don't know I feel like I should end it off with some fire shit I don't know You gon hear this lil whore, it's produced by me You already know the vibes Got B-R-O-G-O-D in this bitch And it's B-R-O-G-O-D on the B-E-A-T
Writer(s): Stephon Greaux Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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