Lyrics:
Bitches doing splits on the dick for a tip
Think she finna be my girlfriend and take her on some trips
901 Beat Cartel
You're in the mix with the one
with the clique
TYT
Got the 9 milli by the dick
I'm
Gonna pull the strap
Cock it back, and get to gunnin
If you ain't runnin' you get it first
Bitch
I'm
fuckin' dick, bite me
I'm not somebody that you should be takin' lightly
All of this hate in the air, it blinds me
Admit it, you fuck boys love to fight me
hate on me, why don't you go and get you some?
Motherfucker, go get you some
Get off my dick, bitch, get out my mix and tell me where the real
I be in the trenches n you know you can't go there
Nigga gone crash out when he see his ho there
Make ha sit down on the dick fold her like a chair
within but all the hunger
So you just snack more
Snack More
Eat it up, Eat it like
Send me down, send me down, send me all the way down
Send me down, send
buss off a dat
Up inna di middle, make you buss off yuh glock
Send it up inna di glue weh you like it
Things weh me do for di right dick
Whine just
in these guts
Wipe my dick and then that's enough
[Daz]
She want to kiss me after she done lick me
Slap the drunk, you know the ho got Tinesi
[Too
I offered this bitch a doggie biscuit you call me misogynistic
Bitch get to massagin' this dick
Like spas in this bitch
Slob on it with gobs
to hold this bitch down
Like a motherfuckin' chick underwater, he tryna d-dr-drown
Shawty, when you dance, you got me captivated
Just by the way that you
(Hey you little sorry mother fucker
You know I'm pregnant now)
Pregnant for who?
(You bitch, you trifling ho')
You ain't pregnant for me
I ain't
I gotta be slammin, gotta be comin
And you know we smoke weed
We don't fuck with embalmin
Cause that shit bad for a G like me
I guess I represent
John applied for a job at Dick's Automotive and
Dick came to the door and he said,
"Tell me Johnny boy. Can you rotate the tires on a '72 Subaru?"
dick for the fame, get the fuck out
Popped me a Perc'
Sip me some syrup
I'm tripping the fuck out
Send me the skkrt
Send in a Merc and he get
words, dick bigger than a bong nigga
Stop drinking Moet & Chandon nigga
You better pour me some Cisqo if you want
To get up in this thong nigga
My logo is
embalmin
Cause that shit bad for a G like me
I guess I represent Southside lil Kici
I showin em, Everybody got on they Nikes
And you know what everybody
[Featuring Street Life]
[Method Man]
Suspect chin niggas no win niggas
send niggas back to go try again niggas
all hail me
I payed the cost to rock this drip so don’t be asking me no questions
Lil bitch blind by the dick because she know this shit a blessing
Don’t be
All my niggaz with the flow
I put the game in a fold
Want the money by the load
Give me 20 for a show
J brazzy im on go
Know I put on for the four
Still
of taking it slow
We'll use emojis only
We don't need phonetical diction
We'll talk dirty like we're ancient Egyptians
You send me a peach
I send
da-da-da-dum, dum-da-dum)
Fuck y'all then (dum, da-da-da-dum, dum-da-dum)
You can get the dick, just call me the ballsack, I'm nuts
Michael Vick in this
bitch)
By time you catch up, I'll be on that next shit (skrrt)
Bitches worried 'bout what I don't post (why?)
The only time you turnt, ho, is when I go
clack?
Have you ever been bitch slapped by a fuckin' dick
That's hairy and pathetic; real small like a Tic-Tac
Fresh breath disease, flavoured chocolate
a flight)
I know I be talkin' shit (talkin' shit)
That's just me, I want some dick (uh-huh)
Nigga, why you movin' slow? (Uh-huh)
You just need to text
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