Lyrics

Hey! I got gas, but I ain't been eating beans Wait Wait, I been eating beans Whoa, hey (ayy) Whoa, hey (ayy) Baby, I'm a bad boy I might hurt you I need a therapist And a Perc' too I need a cash flow You fuck with fat hoes I ain't got no drugs I'm turning to an asshole At the stove, cooking eggs Need a new pan She a pro with the head She don't use hands I need hundreds in the sky And a blue tint You ain't on the family tree Who is you, fam? I be itching for the pack I'm a dope fiend I drink thot blood What the fuck is codeine? Ayy What the fuck is codeine? Yo' baby mama learned some tricks Tryna show me Ayy Truth is I don't really fuck with these hoes I just fuck with these hoes When I want fuck with these hoes And my dick go right in they mo'fuckin' nose And if they ain't with that way Then that go right through they toes I don't pop a Xan' for the culture Yo' bitch suck me dead like a vulture Working with my wood like a sculptor Big booty hoes show me ultra Baby, I'm a bad boy I might hurt you I need a therapist And a Perc' too I need a cash flow You fuck with fat hoes I ain't got no drugs I'm turning to an asshole At the stove, cooking eggs Need a new pan She a pro with the head She don't use hands I need hundreds in the sky And a blue tint You ain't on the family tree Who is you, fam?
Writer(s): Benedict Ihesiaba Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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