Lyrics

I get it up to the apex Fuck with a paycheck And she bad and she don't want the latex That shit is dangerous And you talk 'cause you know I could say less I'm 'bout the cadence On the dick, I ain't know she could breakdance Woah How much wood would a woodchuck chuck If a woodchuck was a bad bitch with a big butt? Shorty got a whole lotta coke in the Ziploc And her wrist watch don't tick when our lip lock Got a broke phone, no home, I'ma get lost Fuck it, I'ma rock solo when I drop stone cold Got a toe tag in the book bag, look back, get Yeah, yeah Getting my fix, I need that (need that) Callin' it quits, then relapse (relapse) Hop in that whip, like evac' (evac') uh Ski-ski mask, walkin' down 5th with knee pads (knee pads) Fuck up my fit, I don't need that (need that) She on my- She don't want no fuckin' roses, I give her rodent NYC, I need a Prozac, I'm too atrocious Everything a fuckin' sequel, this shit reloaded Mind movin' Evel Knievel, bitch, I don't need you Bitch, I don't- I get it up to the apex Fuck with a paycheck And she bad and she don't want the latex That shit is dangerous And you talk 'cause you know I could say less I'm 'bout the cadence On the dick, I ain't know she could breakdance (Oh, fuck, woah) Yeah, yeah Getting my fix, I need that (need that) Callin' it quits, then relapse (relapse) Hop in that whip, like evac' (evac') uh Ski-ski mask, walkin' down 5th with knee pads (knee pads) Fuck up my fit, I don't need that (need that) She on my-
Writer(s): Hudson Prichett, Ryland Logan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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