Dishes
Good head shawty using her Noodle
Icing on her just like toaster Strudel
Run up on me nigga it's gone get Brutal
Don't make me draw my gun like a doodle
Pistol tucked like a fat girl belly
Heart broke need a bandaid like Nelly
Hit her with the meat I work in A Deli
Throw that vss back Hail Mary Makevelli
Wake up inna morning than Bout a dollar
Dropped out bxtch I'm not no Scholar
Grab her by the toe let it go if She holler
Ever since I can remember I Been poppin my collar
Since a youngin I been plotting On riches
Since a young in i been mackin On bxtches
Rack coming in then I'm gone Get to dipping
Ma I cant go back to washing Them dishes
Gotta keep an eye out for the snitches and the pocket watchers
Walk inside the bank make a deposit got me speakin proper
It's a beautiful day in the hood hoe call me mr Rodgers
Shawty got them big buns look like she just ordered a whopper
Ballin' on these niggas motha fucker call me Belinelli
All these niggas cap, hard to remove it like a jar of jelly
I got murder on my mind nigga "YNW Melly"
And it seems like you're ready lil bitch "R. Kelly"
"Ultra Lord J" in the thang
Broke nigga better stay in your lane
Dreads swing like the 08' Wayne
Im a pimp bitch where is my cane
I walk with a limp like my ankle is sprained
I need some new money before I go insane
It ain't about money it's causin' me pain
I don't trust nobody that shit down the drain
Suck a nigga cock for an iPhone ten
And lil mama got them big breast something like a hen
I'm still pullin' hoes even though I act ten
Every night I'm watching Tommy and Chucky break out the play pen
My flow so retarded it's special (Yeah)
She poppin' that pussy like Vessel (Yeah)
I'm pushin' the pedal she clutchin' the metal she got me horny like the devil (Yeah)
Good head shawty using her noodle
Icing on her just like toaster strudel
Run up on me nigga it's gone get brutal
Don't make me draw my gun like a doodle
Pistol tucked like a fat girl belly
Heart broke need a bandaid like nelly
Hit her with the meat I work in a Deli
Throw that vss back Hail Mary Makevelli
Wake up inna morning than bout a dollar
Dropped out bxtch I'm not no scholar
Grab her by the toe let it go if she holler
Ever since I can remember I been poppin my collar
Since a youngin I been plotting on riches
Since a young in i been mackin on bxtches
Rack coming in then I'm gone get to dipping
Ma I cant go back to washing them dishes
Icing on her just like toaster Strudel
Run up on me nigga it's gone get Brutal
Don't make me draw my gun like a doodle
Pistol tucked like a fat girl belly
Heart broke need a bandaid like Nelly
Hit her with the meat I work in A Deli
Throw that vss back Hail Mary Makevelli
Wake up inna morning than Bout a dollar
Dropped out bxtch I'm not no Scholar
Grab her by the toe let it go if She holler
Ever since I can remember I Been poppin my collar
Since a youngin I been plotting On riches
Since a young in i been mackin On bxtches
Rack coming in then I'm gone Get to dipping
Ma I cant go back to washing Them dishes
Gotta keep an eye out for the snitches and the pocket watchers
Walk inside the bank make a deposit got me speakin proper
It's a beautiful day in the hood hoe call me mr Rodgers
Shawty got them big buns look like she just ordered a whopper
Ballin' on these niggas motha fucker call me Belinelli
All these niggas cap, hard to remove it like a jar of jelly
I got murder on my mind nigga "YNW Melly"
And it seems like you're ready lil bitch "R. Kelly"
"Ultra Lord J" in the thang
Broke nigga better stay in your lane
Dreads swing like the 08' Wayne
Im a pimp bitch where is my cane
I walk with a limp like my ankle is sprained
I need some new money before I go insane
It ain't about money it's causin' me pain
I don't trust nobody that shit down the drain
Suck a nigga cock for an iPhone ten
And lil mama got them big breast something like a hen
I'm still pullin' hoes even though I act ten
Every night I'm watching Tommy and Chucky break out the play pen
My flow so retarded it's special (Yeah)
She poppin' that pussy like Vessel (Yeah)
I'm pushin' the pedal she clutchin' the metal she got me horny like the devil (Yeah)
Good head shawty using her noodle
Icing on her just like toaster strudel
Run up on me nigga it's gone get brutal
Don't make me draw my gun like a doodle
Pistol tucked like a fat girl belly
Heart broke need a bandaid like nelly
Hit her with the meat I work in a Deli
Throw that vss back Hail Mary Makevelli
Wake up inna morning than bout a dollar
Dropped out bxtch I'm not no scholar
Grab her by the toe let it go if she holler
Ever since I can remember I been poppin my collar
Since a youngin I been plotting on riches
Since a young in i been mackin on bxtches
Rack coming in then I'm gone get to dipping
Ma I cant go back to washing them dishes
Credits
Writer(s): Jamarion Hayes
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