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Hey, listen Hit a lick with a bitch from the bayou, (ayy) Make sure the pussy bald, no Caillou Hadouken your ass like I'm Ryu I'll splash on your ass like an ice cap Chapstick on my lips and I'm looking like a bitch And I had a couple kids, but I threw 'em in a ditch Put the ice all on my wrist, throw a dyke with the whip We could take for a spin if we back before 10 a.m. I've been fuckin' bitches, ayy in my minivan (ayy) And I've been flippin' switches 'cause I know I can And post my shit on Pinterest, cop a couple fans And I hope that y'all listening 'cause I'm goin' ham I've been doin' coke, no cola, gotta get the fuckin' white I hit her on my Motorola, shorty wanna fuck tonight (fuck tonight) I'm sick as fuck, but no Ebola, dirty in my fuckin' Sprite And I got game But no controller, cookin' up like Walter White (huh?) Like left, right, left, right, uppercut Stupid slut gon' suck my nuts (ayy) Up, down, up, down, ayy, bitch, what? Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up Left, right, left, right, uppercut Stupid slut gon' suck my nuts (yeah) Up, down, up, down, ayy, bitch, what? Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up Didn't wanna get it, but I had to go and get it So I copped a couple things to get my rocks off, ayy (okay) Didn't wanna fuck her, but I had to go and fuck her So I did that shit quick with my socks on, ayy (okay) This and that, the back fourth It's so much work like playin' sports So fuck the whore (fuck that bitch) I did my time, I lost my mind She hot as fuck like lemon lime Still wanting more (I still want more though) Pull up with a bitch and I'ma show her I'm a king (what?) Gonna pick her up, gonna give the bitch a ring (ooh!) Psych, dude, I don't like you, don't wanna hit you Not my boo, but, uh We watching TV, got a BD Like a big dick, see these nuts, but they gotta be PG Water dripping like Fiji But when you wanna smash, I'm DTF I'm backseat pimpin' with a ho and she on my dick A hundred thousand dollars in my pocket, now it's on my wrist I'm backseat pimpin' with a ho, pass her to the clique A hundred thousand dollars in my pocket now it's on my wrist (perfect)
Writer(s): Pat Ballard, Joshua T. Williams Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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