Baby Wipe
Ski Mask the Slump God
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Aye, yuh, yuh, yuh (CashMoneyAP) Who? Bitch, ayy Sauce Flex wet in the flesh, ayy How is you feeling, bro? Feeling like the Four, I feel Fantastic Which one would you be though? Mr. Fantastic 'cause my money like elastic Burberry trench fur coat You smoke oregano, I'm smoking on that cat piss I'ma be real ya know, when I whip my dick out She said "too big, gotta map this" How is you feeling, bro? Feeling like the Four, I feel Fantastic Which one would you be though? Mr. Fantastic 'cause my money like elastic Burberry trench fur coat You smoke oregano, I'm smoking on that cat piss I'ma be real ya know, when I whip my dick out She said "too big, gotta map this" Ayy, water that pussy like Baptist To find my sauce, need an atlas Her pussy hungry and starving So my dick is what I use as a damn catnip Rap game on faster than fast So be real, all these niggas, I might overlap them Nevermind, I just might cap them Just like a taser, I zap them Shock, mmm, I f*ck a bitch in the dark, mmm My diamonds shine in the dark, mmm Weed deadass smell like a fart, mmm I'ma go just like a cart, mmm You police, I'll call you Paul, uh, Blart, uh Try but you never can f*ck my thot Or milly rock on my block Okay, Post Malone with that pistol (Post Malone) I see you as the issue (Post Malone) I know that you hard as tissues See you giggle like tickle Your bitch seeking me like missile Heat sensor on my pickle You know I don't tell no riddle But I rhyme right like a riddle (okay, like) How is you feeling, bro? Feeling like the Four, I feel Fantastic Which one would you be though? Mr. Fantastic 'cause my money like elastic Burberry trench fur coat You smoke oregano, I'm smoking on that cat piss I'ma be real ya know, when I whip my dick out She said "too big, gotta map this" Map, map, map Kilos that I have, I blow cash, cash Put them in the field like baseball bat And I'm fresher off a lick like a whole Tic-Tac You done fucked up like you "Take A Step Back" Cool cat like a stray in a freezer in the back Like you're Jay-Z no Roc-A-Fella, holla back But I'm 'bout the damn money, boomerang back Like lisp, this how I speak 'cause I sip Meanwhile, bust down on your bitch In your mouth, I fit a fist Pistol best friends with my hip Like T.I., bitch that's a tip I don't get head, I get lip The sauce is water, I dripped The sauce is water, I How is you feeling, bro? Feeling like the Four, bitch, I feel Fantastic Which one would you be though? Mr. Fantastic 'cause my money like elastic Burberry trench fur coat You smoke oregano I'm smoking on that cat piss I'ma be real ya know, when I whip my dick out She said "too big, gotta map this" How is you feeling, bro? Feeling like the Four, bitch I feel Fantastic Which one would you be though? Mr. Fantastic 'cause my money like elastic Burberry trench fur coat You smoke oregano I'm smoking on that cat piss I'ma be real ya know, when I whip my dick out She said "too big, gotta map this" I think I'm done (map this, map this) I think I'm done (map this) I don't think I gotta stop anything, actually (ayy, ayy)
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Written by: Alex Christian Jean Petit, Stokeley Goulbourne
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