Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Felix
Felix
Vocals
Louie Pastel
Louie Pastel
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Olawale Onayemi
Olawale Onayemi
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Paris Texas
Paris Texas
Producer

Lyrics

(Yeah) Niggas thought I was Jean They thought I was Keem, the fuck do you mean? Uh Niggas can't tell if it's rock Can't tell if it's rap, I walk in between, uh Fuck who you think did it first I'm doin' it right, I'm living a dream, uh Bitch, get off of my phone I'm busy at work, I'm making a scene, uh Ditch-Maid, Ditch-Maid, Ditch-Maid Put 'em on a shirt, then I switch lanes, uh Came from the dirt, I ain't bitch-made, uh Knocked up your socks then your socks off, uh Pull-up, hop out, prrt-ah, uh-huh Bitch headbanging in my lap, uh-huh Heard "HEAVY METAL," got her rocks off, uh Watch me nut in her yap, uh-huh Woah, bitch, I'm geeked (yeah) Woah, bitch, I'm geeked (yeah) Woah, bitch, I'm geeked (yeah) Yeah, bitch, I'm geeked Woah, bitch, I'm geeked (woah) Woah, bitch, I'm geeked (woah) Yeah, woah, bitch, I'm geeked Yeah, woah, bitch, I'm geeked (yeah) Yeah, huh, yeah, huh, yeah, huh Yeah, huh, yeah, huh, yeah, huh, yeah, huh Yeah, huh, yeah, huh, yeah, huh, yeah, huh Yeah, huh, yeah, huh, yeah, huh, yeah, huh Mhm, yeah You say you hmm-hmm, yeah You say you're talented, we are not buyin' it You should stop sellin' it, she say she's celibate See me then salivate, now she wanna try the dick Tuh, it's all in her stares Huh, yeah, she climbin' up where? Huh, yeah, the top of my zipper Huh, yeah, moment of despair I have no hope for y'all careers Huh, wait, you bought a Moncler? Tuh, you not even freezin', freezin' Huh, hey, please check the cabinet Know that I'm cookin' up, know this our season, season, hey Fuck is humanity? None of y'all come close To knowing my species, species, huh Fuck is you talkin' bout? Still walk around this bitch Like I'm the feces, feces, huh? I'll admit If this is your pipe dream, you should quit 'Cause I got that pipe bomb in your bitch And I cut the lights on when I switch He wanna war me, get equipped I get the bags now, what a trip I get the bags now, and take a trip Blind to that bullshit, Oedipus I took his fans now, and he pissed I took her sightseeing, then I ditched She wanna get fly with me, but she clipped She can't even ride with me, in this whip Chicken heads, ain't allowed unless it's coupé That's only halfway of the truth Think I'm a beast now, take a look down See my hands bound, let me loose They try to fit in and get stuck You stayed the same? Damn, that's what's up I'ma get neutered always fuckin' on mutts Fuckin' on sluts, doing too much When I get up, I'ma get stuck We don't make pop, we make it puss We been the best, end of discussion You niggas suck, get out my way When I get buck, dodgin' the snakes Venomous fucks, you got a chain We make it rust, we make it rust Keep that shit tucked, talk on my name You gon' get rushed, you gon' get rushed You gon' get rushed, you gon' get rushed Ah, there she is, beautiful, bodacious The curvature of her body titillates me I paid the subscription fee only to find there was no nudity A disappointment, indeed
Writer(s): Olawale Oluwatosin Onayemi, Adrian Malik Waller Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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