STUTTER
Talkin' 'bout diamond rings, talkin' that saccharine
Down boy, take a seat, better yet, on your knees
I'm gon' fuck your wife, oh man
I dare you, fuckin' try me, I'll put Suzy in the bin
Ay, yeah, push has come to shove
This the real me talkin' now, so baby, listen up
I went through hell for your love
But of course it's not enough
Did I fuckin' stutter
And give you reason to ignore her?
And now you're on another lover
What's her name? What's her name?
What's her name and SIN number?
(Did I fuckin' stutter?)
(Did I stutter?)
(Did I, did I, did I fuckin' stutter?)
(Did I fuckin' stutter?)
(Did I stutter?)
(Did I, did I, did I fuckin' stutter?) Fuck
I'm over this shit now
You can't tell me she get down better than I do
When I threw it back, you went for the
Extra two points with the touchdown (touchdown)
Bitch can't touch my crown
Hope you have fun with the lowbrow
Keep outta my ends, my town
No, won't allow it, no way, no how
Okay, yeah, their boyfriends call me, "Daddy"
They caught me swingin' and now he my fuckin' caddy
Used to call mine, "Papi", now I take his bitch shoppin'
Didn't know how he had it until he lost it
Did I fuckin' stutter (did I stutter?)
And give you reason to ignore her?
And now you're on another lover
What's her name? What's her name?
What's her name and SIN number?
(Did I fuckin' stutter?)
(Did I, did I, did I fuckin' stutter?)
(Did I fuckin' stutter?)
(Did I, did I fuckin' stutter?)
(Did I stutter?)
You wanna take off to Boston?
Talked all this shit and I lost it
And deal with these bitches too often
You wanna be in a coffin? (Did I stutter?)
Take off to Boston
Talked all this shit and I lost it
And deal with these bitches too often
You wanna be in a coffin? (Did I stutter?)
You wanna be in a coffin?
You wanna take off to Boston?
And talked all this shit and I lost it
And deal with these bitches too often
You wanna be in a coffin?
You wanna be in a coffin?
You wanna take off to Boston?
Yeah (did I stutter?), fuck
(Did I, did I fuckin' stutter?)
Down boy, take a seat, better yet, on your knees
I'm gon' fuck your wife, oh man
I dare you, fuckin' try me, I'll put Suzy in the bin
Ay, yeah, push has come to shove
This the real me talkin' now, so baby, listen up
I went through hell for your love
But of course it's not enough
Did I fuckin' stutter
And give you reason to ignore her?
And now you're on another lover
What's her name? What's her name?
What's her name and SIN number?
(Did I fuckin' stutter?)
(Did I stutter?)
(Did I, did I, did I fuckin' stutter?)
(Did I fuckin' stutter?)
(Did I stutter?)
(Did I, did I, did I fuckin' stutter?) Fuck
I'm over this shit now
You can't tell me she get down better than I do
When I threw it back, you went for the
Extra two points with the touchdown (touchdown)
Bitch can't touch my crown
Hope you have fun with the lowbrow
Keep outta my ends, my town
No, won't allow it, no way, no how
Okay, yeah, their boyfriends call me, "Daddy"
They caught me swingin' and now he my fuckin' caddy
Used to call mine, "Papi", now I take his bitch shoppin'
Didn't know how he had it until he lost it
Did I fuckin' stutter (did I stutter?)
And give you reason to ignore her?
And now you're on another lover
What's her name? What's her name?
What's her name and SIN number?
(Did I fuckin' stutter?)
(Did I, did I, did I fuckin' stutter?)
(Did I fuckin' stutter?)
(Did I, did I fuckin' stutter?)
(Did I stutter?)
You wanna take off to Boston?
Talked all this shit and I lost it
And deal with these bitches too often
You wanna be in a coffin? (Did I stutter?)
Take off to Boston
Talked all this shit and I lost it
And deal with these bitches too often
You wanna be in a coffin? (Did I stutter?)
You wanna be in a coffin?
You wanna take off to Boston?
And talked all this shit and I lost it
And deal with these bitches too often
You wanna be in a coffin?
You wanna be in a coffin?
You wanna take off to Boston?
Yeah (did I stutter?), fuck
(Did I, did I fuckin' stutter?)
Credits
Writer(s): Blaise Moore, Ryan Hawken
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