Song parody of
Baddie in the Caddi
by Shareen Hammoud
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Ridin through Detroit roof gone I Got speakers
Buckle up now louis v on my Sneakers
Iphone four
Fuck siri we got beepers
Take your Babe back we dont want Her you can keep her
Bitshes Talking Shtt im that Bitch Yeah I did it
I pull up MGM roulette seven kay Spin it
Drinks on me roll the dice I came to Win it
Pussy so good ask your man he been It It
Your man he a trick
Thriwing stacks
All on my clit
Sixty nine
He fuck with it
Banana bread
Hella thick
Watch this pussy eat his Dick
BBC Pussy drip
UUUHH
Must be my dark side car looks like a Magnet
Police behind me
Rip em off and stash It
Steppin out the car now he searching My pockets
Iced out chain
Like a baby I rocked it
Posted warren and chase
Yup that's my rocket
Another crotchrocket
How I pay I Cashed it
One thousand RR
Speed limit we
Passed it
Aint that tragic
When I slide in
He jacking off its a Habit
Shit got me laughin
Water guns im blastin
This pussy Im taxin
Hella weed im spazzin
Kitten kitten I pur just like a kitten
Aint a full hour
Clock stops when you Finish
Penthouse suite on the rocks what We sippin
All dolled up lingerie if he tippin
Look
Im that Bitch you trying to be
Envy me
Sucking Dick sloppily
This pottery
Ratchet Bitch get off your knees
Your man he out here crying to me
Jeepers creepers
He give me the
Creepers
Fishing out
Catch his jaw drooling on
Three perks
Crying like a baby someone give him A teether
Aint a boss
You a liar
Standin up til my feet hurt
He cant crop shit
No one knows how he works
Ridin through Detroit roof gone I Got speakers
Buckle up now louis v on my Sneakers
Iphone four
Fuck siri we got beepers
Take your Babe back we dont want Her you can keep her
Bitshes Talking Shtt im that Bitch Yeah I did it
I pull up MGM roulette seven kay Spin it
Drinks on me roll the dice I came to Win it
Pussy so good ask your man he been It It
Your man he a trick
Thriwing stacks
All on my clit
Sixty nine
He fuck with it
Banana bread
Hella thick
Watch this pussy eat his Dick
BBC Pussy drip
UUUHH
Must be my dark side car looks like a Magnet
Police behind me
Rip em off and stash It
Steppin out the car now he searching My pockets
Iced out chain
Like a baby I rocked it
Posted warren and chase
Yup that's my rocket
Another crotchrocket
How I pay I Cashed it
One thousand RR
Speed limit we
Passed it
Aint that tragic
When I slide in
He jacking off its a Habit
Shit got me laughin
Water guns im blastin
This pussy Im taxin
Hella weed im spazzin
Kitten kitten I pur just like a kitten
Aint a full hour
Clock stops when you Finish
Penthouse suite on the rocks what We sippin
All dolled up lingerie if he tippin
Look
Im that Bitch you trying to be
Envy me
Sucking Dick sloppily
This pottery
Ratchet Bitch get off your knees
Your man he out here crying to me
Jeepers creepers
He give me the
Creepers
Fishing out
Catch his jaw drooling on
Three perks
Crying like a baby someone give him A teether
Aint a boss
You a liar
Standin up til my feet hurt
He cant crop shit
No one knows how he works