Pacifier

(Mike WiLL Made-It)

(EarDrummers)

Cut to the chase

I wanna nut in this place (What?)

And I know she liked a **** taste

I can see it in her face (I can see it)

Now I met me a cute little Christian

Now I'm feelin' like Ma$e (Oh)

Right 'fore a **** step inside the house

Got my messages erased (Sure enough)

I ain't tryna roll no dice

I just wanna make it right (Make it right)

When I fuck her, I'ma turn her, turn her over

Turn her, Turner like Ike

I'm on the burner, on the burner

Still concern her

Shit ain't straight like a perm (No way)

Uh, or nothing

Qualified, I need a Pope

Need a gardener

Uh, or something

Better yet, why'nt ya pass the fire

Pass the fire, pass the fire (What)

**** need a pacifier, pacifier

Shake your lovely bumpa

Bleed the block, bleed the rock

Bleed the bumbaclot rock

Bleed the cups, bleed it, bleed it

Bleed it, bleed it, bleed

Bad lil bitch with some bad lil tits

Need to put a lil hip in it

Damn, climbin' up the pole because she put a lil split in it

If I whip the dope up, I'ma put a lil whip in it

When I whip the dope, I'm lookin' to break my wrist, the way I'm spinnin' it

Got a bad lil date, swear to God, I got a bad lil date

Young Thugger, Scrappy

Okay

Bought the little bitch a black mink like George of the Jungle

She's a ape

And I don't care none what they say, I eat that dinner plate

**** hotter than the summer, still catchin' plays in the street

I'ma catch your momma, then I might just fuck your momma

All because I made jam of the week

Don't tell me your limits

Stop[ that negative, start makin' it

For some odd reason I never end up weak

I sell Miley Cyrus, ain't no meat in Miley Cyrus

Eatin' Miley Cyrus, can't eat nothin' for weeks

So pass me a molly, no, pass the fire

Pacifier, pacifier

**** need a pacifier, pacifier

Shake your lovely bumpa

Bleed the block, bleed the rock

Bleed the bumbaclot rock

Bleed the cups, bleed it, bleed it

Bleed it, bleed it, bleed

I just livin' calmly

**** livin' life so fabulous across seas

I don't ball for decoration, bitch, I'm tryna eat

**** sit inside the trenches, all my couches bleed

All these **** diamonds going dumb like I'm Arnold Schwarzenegger

Nah I ain't Drake, but my community gated

**** fallin' off cause they communities hated

But the community wouldn't be hatin' if they were atin'

Oops I mean eatin'

My **** eat for no reason, they feast for no reason

I do not got on no mink but I'm beastin'

I swear to God, bitch, I'm beastin' (Lil bitch, I'm beastin'!)

And I'ma pull up in the 9-11

Then I'm pullin' back up in the Drophead

Make her drop pants

Make the bitch drop dead

When it come to this shit, I'm a Pro, no Ked

Drinkin' on this Easter pink, I feel like an egg

Attracted to these drugs, I feel like a fuckin' Fed

And I know you ain't bout that

But I'm bout that

Where the fuck the Sprite at?

It's a baby bottle, not a pacifier

Pacifier, pacifier

**** need a pacifier, pacifier

Shake your lovely bumpa

Bleed the block, bleed the rock

Bleed the bumbaclot rock

Bleed the cups, bleed it, bleed it

Bleed it, bleed it, bleed

Streets gettin' ready, yeah

All your bitches want a piece of me

I swear to God these hoes want a piece of mink

Ooh, **** wanna think he want piece of me

No, you don't want a piece

You not ready, ****, just pacify you ****

Hey, you need a pacifier

Pacifier, pacifier

**** need a pacifier, pacifier

You need a pacifier, pacifier, pacifier