Lyrics:
blueberry whip
Cost a lot of bread, PBJ I call it
Graham cracker leather, marshmallow whip
Driven by the chocolate boy, s'mores I call it
I said graham
by wanting you
Yeah yeah
Spanish Flu
Ooo you're so cute, it's contagious
Yeah yeah
Spanish Flu
I would die in your arms, if you weren't so crazy
didn't feel
A thing when they said anything about me
I know who I am and I know the mission that
Needs to be accomplished by
Me don't ever forget
That I am
people who will try to mold you into their version of what they want you to be instead of the best version of who you want to be
To me such people are
a newer version
I want downloadable suicide
Version I don't know
Version I don't point know
Version I don't point no
Version I point the gun at me oh
Oh
Don't crowd me
My Spanish Fly
Got me wobbly
On trees so knotty
The only one
To call me papi
You know she got me
They'll never be
Another copy
On swoll I'm
to race
Is it Supernatural or just another case
Of her life imitating what we call art
Like the caterpillar, knowing her part
Female version of I Am Legend
scattered
Long night, feels like time went and froze
I'm making sure that girl is under my nose
You caught me by surprise
I'm aiming for the first prize
Why
Cuban cigar nigga
Spanish chick, JLo
Dope money, Pablo
The double cross you up, eyeball
Castro, Castro, Castro
Cubans on me like I'm Castro
Hit
(Facts)
I really wish that you would just stick by the side of me
Yeah your dad been tripping
Oh, but your mama love me
All these calls that I'm missing,
like a dream after we did the drugs
Now he don't know he's in trouble he's blinded by lust
He don't speak spanish but he calls me papi
Y ello lo queiren
call me
I'll be right there to listen
I know this is different, trust me
'Cause I'm one call away
I know you wanna see me (one call)
Know you wanna see
endin' in my series of warnin'
You flex with me tonight, playa, you dead by the mornin'
Bun Beater, the best ever breathin' or deceased
From the South
genes
Not to mention Iberia, touch of Italian too
A kalinga queen probably raped by a Spanish dude
But that gave me a lighter complexion and tall stature
I love it when my girls go so wild
(Prod. Call Me G)
Bitches from Florida, Vegas, Texas, New York, and Ohio
Coast to coast
(Hey)
Every girl I met,
Bonanza
Catch me in the cut, easy G's is burnin' my gut
As I remember my ménage à trois was mired by sluts
I question mark your heart, punctuate your
version of me
Come with me
Hey, My name is J
Friends call me Jesus
Pick and choose, it's OK
Don't let this in between us
Cause I just want to say
How I've
stuff I got my pride
A man marry me he got to be nice
A girl like me don't come by twice
Dr. Funk, say you want me
Too hot to trot, I'm Blondie
Just
they call the Spanish Moon
Well I stepped inside, and stood by the door
While a dark girl sang, and played the guitar
There was hookers, and hustlers,
need to be free
I can pay for everything that's on you
So everything is on me
Got them girls gone Cindy Lauper, Gaga and a little Blondie
If you
Nelly to me
Tellin' 'em please, just leave
Before I have to swell a person
It's no question like playing
The a capella version
Look I said it before
Catch me in the cut, easy G's is burnin' my gut
As I remember my ménage à trois was mired by sluts
I question mark your heart, punctuate your fate
All
Diplomat Willie's, Millie Jackson chicks, dusted out Blondie
Slide me, we wrote the bowl, we take the magnets
Man handling mics, wool scarves, Evil Knievel
person
Somewhere out there is a perfect version in a
Hop in a spaceship and take off, infinity
Sometimes, feels like there's ten of me
Tell me why I keep
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