Song parody of
P.M.D
by Kidd Krueger
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Pardon my distance
I been
Out on a mission
Goddamn
Trying to get rich
Awe man
I know you miss it
Back there
Still got your netflix
Walking dead
Say that's the best shit
Or even blacklist
You got all them niggas
In your phone
Trying to buy you
You got all them bitches
On the gram trying to try you
Pretty little misses out the 6
Cum inside you
Might catch a cold outside
Take you back to tt
In a villa bump and grinding
Convos about our future
That we gotta keep private
People know
Our business
And that shit get out of timing
Once you know that I ain't doing
To embarrass you
Hit a lick and flip it
Now you booming
They can't manage you
Used to be a savage
Now you on a different avenue
Gotta make your money
You a bag and now I'm bagging you
Tell me what you trying to do
Shades be matching purses
Lay your edges
Got some inches too
Wine up in the mirror
Touch your body
Now I'm in the mood
Dressing up to dress you down
I love you in ya birthday suit
All natural
Know you kill it even
When you outside
With your girls
Eight thousand five hundred and twenty with the curve
On them birds
They be trying to see me
I ain't really got no words
Been about the guala
Since you had your last flight
Promise ima call you
By the end of the night
Pardon my distance
I been
Out on a mission
Goddamn
Trying to get rich
Awe man
I know you miss it
Back there
Still got your netflix
Walking dead
Say that's the best shit
Or even blacklist
Got her body shaking
Yelling jesus
Done her off and right again
I'm feeling like i need some
Cocaina pussy
Sniff the table like montana dawg
Sleeping on you bitches
Nigga never needed tylenol
Dip it in that magic
Got you running from that deep stroke
Nigga knew the backshot
Before i knew the backstroke
Kissing on your body
While you setting up a playlist
Spread it out and flick it my tongue
I know your favourite
Pretty little titties
and that booty go crazy
So amazing
So impatient
Can you take it
Pardon my distance
I been
Out on a mission
Goddamn
Trying to get rich
Awe man
I know you miss it
Back there
Still got your netflix
Walking dead
Say that's the best shit
Or even blacklist
Pardon my distance
I been
Out on a mission
Goddamn
Trying to get rich
Awe man
I know you miss it
Back there
Still got your netflix
Walking dead
Say that's the best shit
Or even blacklist
You got all them niggas
In your phone
Trying to buy you
You got all them bitches
On the gram trying to try you
Pretty little misses out the 6
Cum inside you
Might catch a cold outside
Take you back to tt
In a villa bump and grinding
Convos about our future
That we gotta keep private
People know
Our business
And that shit get out of timing
Once you know that I ain't doing
To embarrass you
Hit a lick and flip it
Now you booming
They can't manage you
Used to be a savage
Now you on a different avenue
Gotta make your money
You a bag and now I'm bagging you
Tell me what you trying to do
Shades be matching purses
Lay your edges
Got some inches too
Wine up in the mirror
Touch your body
Now I'm in the mood
Dressing up to dress you down
I love you in ya birthday suit
All natural
Know you kill it even
When you outside
With your girls
Eight thousand five hundred and twenty with the curve
On them birds
They be trying to see me
I ain't really got no words
Been about the guala
Since you had your last flight
Promise ima call you
By the end of the night
Pardon my distance
I been
Out on a mission
Goddamn
Trying to get rich
Awe man
I know you miss it
Back there
Still got your netflix
Walking dead
Say that's the best shit
Or even blacklist
Got her body shaking
Yelling jesus
Done her off and right again
I'm feeling like i need some
Cocaina pussy
Sniff the table like montana dawg
Sleeping on you bitches
Nigga never needed tylenol
Dip it in that magic
Got you running from that deep stroke
Nigga knew the backshot
Before i knew the backstroke
Kissing on your body
While you setting up a playlist
Spread it out and flick it my tongue
I know your favourite
Pretty little titties
and that booty go crazy
So amazing
So impatient
Can you take it
Pardon my distance
I been
Out on a mission
Goddamn
Trying to get rich
Awe man
I know you miss it
Back there
Still got your netflix
Walking dead
Say that's the best shit
Or even blacklist
