Burpies
Fucking with a bitch down from Florida
Gave her some upstate dick
In the mansions corridors
Did I mention whores and whores
Wanna taste some more and more
They say it's the bottom of bottoms
When you poppin bottles on bottles
Drinking a game
Don't get caught up in the problem
Better stay safe
Rather then deal as a mothafucken baby father
Fuckin that bitch so good
She sat on her knees and yell partner
Ride that horsey till the fall of the dawn
Till I fall off, if I could even at all
Even at all
If I could
They call me the boss
Worlds best like I'm Michael Scott
Kill em in a second like I'm Michael Scarn
Killin in waves
Like they sections
It's fucking endless
None of you motherfcukers ever been about it
Cause You see me and you underestimate
Like you thought you was Mario I was Bowser
You see the way I penetrate
Yo bitch, and she love to hate
The fact I'm longer than her ex
You and Charles lee ray
Bitches love to hate
Dont know how to shave
He been scratching that shit all day
Yo pussy imagining this
Kitty play
I just fucked a dancer
Came in feeling pretty handsome
Pay to look at me, gimme a mothafucken rasom
Pay to be like me, shoot in the dark
Your chances are random
Your music is phantom
That shit bw so dead
I bet you would throw a tantrum
Bitch shut the fuck up
Tryna fuck with me huh?
Bitch tried Runin up
Told her to shut the fuck up
Don't make me pick up
The pistols with the grip from the floor
Chrome barrel
Up in yo face like yo jaw
This is all top off the dome
Like a volcano Thas boutta erupt
Don't ever let my mouth
Run off too far
Better learn from me
Cuz Yawll keep taking like Yawll hard
Don't know shit bout clothes
But I dress so damn hard
Don't know shit bout music
But I impress so much more
Than them itty bitty rappers
Talking bout they citties and they trappers
But they don't hear from
Potencial mexican drop outs
Kill the beat
Kill the beat
Kill a beat
I need an acapella
Fuck a cock, fuck rock
Rockefeller
So dead you wouldn't even notice
If I toss a rock
In a sock at fella
Or my cock with a glock with vanilla
Toward a cop at a stop, this a thriller
There's a jump shot
At that part, with the villain
This shit so hard like I do it when I eat a bitch
That is my dinner
Killin this music I get so good at it
And I abuse it
El Itachi the next name
Better get used to it
Gave her some upstate dick
In the mansions corridors
Did I mention whores and whores
Wanna taste some more and more
They say it's the bottom of bottoms
When you poppin bottles on bottles
Drinking a game
Don't get caught up in the problem
Better stay safe
Rather then deal as a mothafucken baby father
Fuckin that bitch so good
She sat on her knees and yell partner
Ride that horsey till the fall of the dawn
Till I fall off, if I could even at all
Even at all
If I could
They call me the boss
Worlds best like I'm Michael Scott
Kill em in a second like I'm Michael Scarn
Killin in waves
Like they sections
It's fucking endless
None of you motherfcukers ever been about it
Cause You see me and you underestimate
Like you thought you was Mario I was Bowser
You see the way I penetrate
Yo bitch, and she love to hate
The fact I'm longer than her ex
You and Charles lee ray
Bitches love to hate
Dont know how to shave
He been scratching that shit all day
Yo pussy imagining this
Kitty play
I just fucked a dancer
Came in feeling pretty handsome
Pay to look at me, gimme a mothafucken rasom
Pay to be like me, shoot in the dark
Your chances are random
Your music is phantom
That shit bw so dead
I bet you would throw a tantrum
Bitch shut the fuck up
Tryna fuck with me huh?
Bitch tried Runin up
Told her to shut the fuck up
Don't make me pick up
The pistols with the grip from the floor
Chrome barrel
Up in yo face like yo jaw
This is all top off the dome
Like a volcano Thas boutta erupt
Don't ever let my mouth
Run off too far
Better learn from me
Cuz Yawll keep taking like Yawll hard
Don't know shit bout clothes
But I dress so damn hard
Don't know shit bout music
But I impress so much more
Than them itty bitty rappers
Talking bout they citties and they trappers
But they don't hear from
Potencial mexican drop outs
Kill the beat
Kill the beat
Kill a beat
I need an acapella
Fuck a cock, fuck rock
Rockefeller
So dead you wouldn't even notice
If I toss a rock
In a sock at fella
Or my cock with a glock with vanilla
Toward a cop at a stop, this a thriller
There's a jump shot
At that part, with the villain
This shit so hard like I do it when I eat a bitch
That is my dinner
Killin this music I get so good at it
And I abuse it
El Itachi the next name
Better get used to it
Credits
Writer(s): George Ventura
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