On Jah
And she walking on my dick yeah
And she walking on my dick yeah
And she walking on my dick yeah
It's that long
Got a big dong
Gonna sing a song
I'm gonna get a lick now
Smoking in the shed, shack
Out back, any habitat
In space
Uh huh, check that
Checkmate, Mach set
We got that
Space sesh
Space sex
All funded by space X
Space bitch gonna give me a space lick
Cause my bitch the best
You bitches always chitter chatter
I'm sick of all your pitter patter
Dropped space acid now I see the patterns
What's the matter
Mad at me bitch cause I climbed the ladder
Well it ain't that hard you should have known better
Lil weak ass bitch just like a feather
I ain't tryna fuck with you anyways, you're like bad weather
Ho
Slapping dumb dykes
While I'm riding my bike
And unlike pigeon
No shits are given
Take me to prison
Lord knows I'm sinning
But fuck your religion
It's me who has risen
Making this bread
Spend it on head
Do you know why Paul Walker is dead?
Because he fucked with the reds
So now that bitch is dead
Boys I'm getting brazy
Boys I'm getting daisy
My bars are so tasty
I'm Madonna in the 80's
But I'm not a virgin
I'm just out here searching
For twinks to fuck with my BBC
Watching doctor who on the BBC
Exterminate these hoes and celebrate
Lord knows!
You ain't no friend to me, gone off that Henesy
Kanye west energy, Dr. Dre Recipe
Don't do essentially, it's such a felony
I beat you mentally, I beat your jealousy
I've been going this hard since Kali Uchis had some A cups on
If I school well they come back with some a+ on
Shot for the top, might hit you with the ricochet
Whole life on top, you got here yesterday
I'm with your bitch, got her some lingerie
After I hit, I need to hit the hey
(Uhn, Uhn, Uhn, Uhn) Renegade
Means I say anything
It's been hella days
That I've said everything
Bitch so tight, gotta unwind her
Wallet so green, look like my grinder
Don't turn around, I'm right behind ya
Money from weed, still working 9-
5, for perfection I strive
They can be better than me now, but they still don't have my drive
To the liquor store, to pick up so more
So fucked up, man what I come here for
(And that's on jah bitch)
(And that's on jah bitch)
(Yeah, and that's jah bitch)
(Uh, and that's on jah bitch)
And she walking on my dick yeah
And she walking on my dick yeah
It's that long
Got a big dong
Gonna sing a song
I'm gonna get a lick now
Smoking in the shed, shack
Out back, any habitat
In space
Uh huh, check that
Checkmate, Mach set
We got that
Space sesh
Space sex
All funded by space X
Space bitch gonna give me a space lick
Cause my bitch the best
You bitches always chitter chatter
I'm sick of all your pitter patter
Dropped space acid now I see the patterns
What's the matter
Mad at me bitch cause I climbed the ladder
Well it ain't that hard you should have known better
Lil weak ass bitch just like a feather
I ain't tryna fuck with you anyways, you're like bad weather
Ho
Slapping dumb dykes
While I'm riding my bike
And unlike pigeon
No shits are given
Take me to prison
Lord knows I'm sinning
But fuck your religion
It's me who has risen
Making this bread
Spend it on head
Do you know why Paul Walker is dead?
Because he fucked with the reds
So now that bitch is dead
Boys I'm getting brazy
Boys I'm getting daisy
My bars are so tasty
I'm Madonna in the 80's
But I'm not a virgin
I'm just out here searching
For twinks to fuck with my BBC
Watching doctor who on the BBC
Exterminate these hoes and celebrate
Lord knows!
You ain't no friend to me, gone off that Henesy
Kanye west energy, Dr. Dre Recipe
Don't do essentially, it's such a felony
I beat you mentally, I beat your jealousy
I've been going this hard since Kali Uchis had some A cups on
If I school well they come back with some a+ on
Shot for the top, might hit you with the ricochet
Whole life on top, you got here yesterday
I'm with your bitch, got her some lingerie
After I hit, I need to hit the hey
(Uhn, Uhn, Uhn, Uhn) Renegade
Means I say anything
It's been hella days
That I've said everything
Bitch so tight, gotta unwind her
Wallet so green, look like my grinder
Don't turn around, I'm right behind ya
Money from weed, still working 9-
5, for perfection I strive
They can be better than me now, but they still don't have my drive
To the liquor store, to pick up so more
So fucked up, man what I come here for
(And that's on jah bitch)
(And that's on jah bitch)
(Yeah, and that's jah bitch)
(Uh, and that's on jah bitch)
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Writer(s): Keegan Smith-richards
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