Guilty Pleasure
Bitch we next up
What the fuck did you expect?
Money, power, fame and your motherfucking respect
I ain't flexing off shit till I get my next check
I ride like Beck
Boutta give me that neck
Off these drugs... Got me dead
Wanna suck me off? I said baby go ahead
Wanna chat me up? How bout instead
Tongue dap me up
How bout that head
Met a fly bird, think her name Molly
She fucking with the team cause she know the dream calling
I know she want a cracker so I call the bitch Polly
Will I call or text back
I be thinking like probably
Looking at her body like baby come ride
She confide her fun side when she let the tongue slide
Oh my, she fly
Let the sheets fly
Live a life of sin cause that's who I get the beats by
Damn right, inside
Teach her how to swallow
Booger Sugar Daddy, so you know these hoes follow
Living for the moment, ain't no thoughts for tomorrow
I'm just looking for a neck that respect let me borrow
High beam, I scream
In her throat like ice cream
Let her suck my jewels
Told her get my ice clean
These ladies give me gas and they're saying I'm the GOAT
But I could never have a wife
Bitch I'm married to the throat
Bitch we next up
What the fuck did you expect?
Money, power, fame and your motherfucking respect
I ain't flexing off shit till I get my next check
I ride like Beck
Boutta give me that neck
Off these drugs... Got me dead
Wanna suck me off? I said baby go ahead
Wanna chat me up? How bout instead
Stay slinging my meat because they know I bring sauce
Put my finger in her mouth and she sucked my ring off
If she got a boyfriend, about to burn that off
Because she got me cuffed up
Saying "Turn and Cough"
Never got me fucked up
I'm feeling like the shit
Every day I wake up wiping spit off of my dick
Gettin so much bread
And I know she seen the clip
I get so much head
I ain't never seen a clit
She knows what to do, how to handle me
Cause she knows that my clique's where the scandals be
Rose and roses where the candles be
Her locks and pigtails where the handles be
She ain't got a thing on except a pair of boy's socks
I'ma dig in her throat until I hit her voicebox
I'm young and successful
And yes I am rich
Tell my bitch to call her bitch and we're going to make a sandwich
Bitch we next up
What the fuck did you expect?
Money, power, fame and your motherfucking respect
I ain't flexing off shit till I get my next check
I ride like Beck
Boutta give me that neck
Off these drugs... Got me dead
Wanna suck me off? I said baby go ahead
Wanna chat me up? How bout instead
Tongue dap me up
How bout that head
What the fuck did you expect?
Money, power, fame and your motherfucking respect
I ain't flexing off shit till I get my next check
I ride like Beck
Boutta give me that neck
Off these drugs... Got me dead
Wanna suck me off? I said baby go ahead
Wanna chat me up? How bout instead
Tongue dap me up
How bout that head
Met a fly bird, think her name Molly
She fucking with the team cause she know the dream calling
I know she want a cracker so I call the bitch Polly
Will I call or text back
I be thinking like probably
Looking at her body like baby come ride
She confide her fun side when she let the tongue slide
Oh my, she fly
Let the sheets fly
Live a life of sin cause that's who I get the beats by
Damn right, inside
Teach her how to swallow
Booger Sugar Daddy, so you know these hoes follow
Living for the moment, ain't no thoughts for tomorrow
I'm just looking for a neck that respect let me borrow
High beam, I scream
In her throat like ice cream
Let her suck my jewels
Told her get my ice clean
These ladies give me gas and they're saying I'm the GOAT
But I could never have a wife
Bitch I'm married to the throat
Bitch we next up
What the fuck did you expect?
Money, power, fame and your motherfucking respect
I ain't flexing off shit till I get my next check
I ride like Beck
Boutta give me that neck
Off these drugs... Got me dead
Wanna suck me off? I said baby go ahead
Wanna chat me up? How bout instead
Stay slinging my meat because they know I bring sauce
Put my finger in her mouth and she sucked my ring off
If she got a boyfriend, about to burn that off
Because she got me cuffed up
Saying "Turn and Cough"
Never got me fucked up
I'm feeling like the shit
Every day I wake up wiping spit off of my dick
Gettin so much bread
And I know she seen the clip
I get so much head
I ain't never seen a clit
She knows what to do, how to handle me
Cause she knows that my clique's where the scandals be
Rose and roses where the candles be
Her locks and pigtails where the handles be
She ain't got a thing on except a pair of boy's socks
I'ma dig in her throat until I hit her voicebox
I'm young and successful
And yes I am rich
Tell my bitch to call her bitch and we're going to make a sandwich
Bitch we next up
What the fuck did you expect?
Money, power, fame and your motherfucking respect
I ain't flexing off shit till I get my next check
I ride like Beck
Boutta give me that neck
Off these drugs... Got me dead
Wanna suck me off? I said baby go ahead
Wanna chat me up? How bout instead
Tongue dap me up
How bout that head
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Writer(s): Alexander Newell
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