Follies

I'm serving these niggas, I'm chef 808
You looking for beef come get you a plate
Run up on me you testing yo fate pretty lil bih sshe all in my face
She hooked on my line I'm calling her bait
She want me to fuck I'm making her wait
We go out to eat I'm making her pay you niggas is Marvin's niggas be gay
Just trynna ball show me da wae you show me a diss I show you a k you leaving me open I show you a trae
Bitch I'm not jodeci you cannot stay

Clip long enough decapitate yo body
Pulled her with no jewelry on she licked me like a Loli
Oops forgot to get yo name imma call you holly
Holly real jolly she be gone off that Molly
Molly got a stupid ass and she don't work a follie
Holly work the dick, pull up with a stick
All back fit, bitch I'm John wik
You can't hit my line hit her wit da kik

Get up out the whip, bitch you make me sick
Hit you with the tommy, 1980 flick
Tatted on my forehead, that bitch give that good head
And ya bestie want it to, i heard that she goes fed
Never talking to the fed, i take xans but ain't on meds



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Writer(s): Jamal Davis
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