Asshole
Hey!
I got gas, but I ain't been eating beans
Wait
Wait, I been eating beans
Whoa, hey (ayy)
Whoa, hey (ayy)
Baby, I'm a bad boy
I might hurt you
I need a therapist
And a Perc' too
I need a cash flow
You fuck with fat hoes
I ain't got no drugs
I'm turning to an asshole
At the stove, cooking eggs
Need a new pan
She a pro with the head
She don't use hands
I need hundreds in the sky
And a blue tint
You ain't on the family tree
Who is you, fam?
I be itching for the pack
I'm a dope fiend
I drink thot blood
What the fuck is codeine?
Ayy
What the fuck is codeine?
Yo' baby mama learned some tricks
Tryna show me
Ayy
Truth is
I don't really fuck with these hoes
I just fuck with these hoes
When I want fuck with these hoes
And my dick go right in they mo'fuckin' nose
And if they ain't with that way
Then that go right through they toes
I don't pop a Xan' for the culture
Yo' bitch suck me dead like a vulture
Working with my wood like a sculptor
Big booty hoes show me ultra
Baby, I'm a bad boy
I might hurt you
I need a therapist
And a Perc' too
I need a cash flow
You fuck with fat hoes
I ain't got no drugs
I'm turning to an asshole
At the stove, cooking eggs
Need a new pan
She a pro with the head
She don't use hands
I need hundreds in the sky
And a blue tint
You ain't on the family tree
Who is you, fam?
I got gas, but I ain't been eating beans
Wait
Wait, I been eating beans
Whoa, hey (ayy)
Whoa, hey (ayy)
Baby, I'm a bad boy
I might hurt you
I need a therapist
And a Perc' too
I need a cash flow
You fuck with fat hoes
I ain't got no drugs
I'm turning to an asshole
At the stove, cooking eggs
Need a new pan
She a pro with the head
She don't use hands
I need hundreds in the sky
And a blue tint
You ain't on the family tree
Who is you, fam?
I be itching for the pack
I'm a dope fiend
I drink thot blood
What the fuck is codeine?
Ayy
What the fuck is codeine?
Yo' baby mama learned some tricks
Tryna show me
Ayy
Truth is
I don't really fuck with these hoes
I just fuck with these hoes
When I want fuck with these hoes
And my dick go right in they mo'fuckin' nose
And if they ain't with that way
Then that go right through they toes
I don't pop a Xan' for the culture
Yo' bitch suck me dead like a vulture
Working with my wood like a sculptor
Big booty hoes show me ultra
Baby, I'm a bad boy
I might hurt you
I need a therapist
And a Perc' too
I need a cash flow
You fuck with fat hoes
I ain't got no drugs
I'm turning to an asshole
At the stove, cooking eggs
Need a new pan
She a pro with the head
She don't use hands
I need hundreds in the sky
And a blue tint
You ain't on the family tree
Who is you, fam?
Credits
Writer(s): Benedict Ihesiaba
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