Molly
I met that bad girl, her name's Molly
Calling for Q's while bopping on molly
Not my damn problem but she could a gone Colli
Now she want fuck with the booze and broccoli
Ion want bitches like this right on me
Maybe two drinks keep the whole ting holy
She looking for me I'm holding her body
I'm waiting three months to grab on her body
Dun whining that waist then grabbing that bumper
I'll see you next city and I want my jumper
Maybe she love me maybe I love her
Maybe I'll stop the trap before busted
Sick of damn bitties and I'm sick of damn lust yeah
Maybe I want something just tougher
I want her on me just rougher
Give her my baby I come like gusha
I'm sick of damn bitties then sick of your silence
Sick of damn minimum sick od damn violence
Sick of damn undies sick of this virus
Gov won't let me do this mileage
But the whole team on South just vibing
Baby got bands but she ain't got timing
All these straps at my yard bad timing
My baby my shooter I'm feeling the sighting
Like, I got the sauce
Please approach with caution
Extra large portion baby I'm yamming like do extortion
Maybe I'll force em
I got drip that need endorsement
If I stay shoreham baby I swear I'll die from boredom
Whipping out like I'm touring
I got the coupe, no license, it's foreign
Calling for Q's while bopping on molly
Not my damn problem but she could a gone Colli
Now she want fuck with the booze and broccoli
Ion want bitches like this right on me
Maybe two drinks keep the whole ting holy
She looking for me I'm holding her body
I'm waiting three months to grab on her body
Dun whining that waist then grabbing that bumper
I'll see you next city and I want my jumper
Maybe she love me maybe I love her
Maybe I'll stop the trap before busted
Sick of damn bitties and I'm sick of damn lust yeah
Maybe I want something just tougher
I want her on me just rougher
Give her my baby I come like gusha
I'm sick of damn bitties then sick of your silence
Sick of damn minimum sick od damn violence
Sick of damn undies sick of this virus
Gov won't let me do this mileage
But the whole team on South just vibing
Baby got bands but she ain't got timing
All these straps at my yard bad timing
My baby my shooter I'm feeling the sighting
Like, I got the sauce
Please approach with caution
Extra large portion baby I'm yamming like do extortion
Maybe I'll force em
I got drip that need endorsement
If I stay shoreham baby I swear I'll die from boredom
Whipping out like I'm touring
I got the coupe, no license, it's foreign
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Writer(s): Alexander Hetena
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