Way Down In Decatur

She's a blondie, can barely take her hands off me
Taste like ginger, the Molly make her lip bitter
Her tips get bigger
Her trips are paid for by your local Bezos

Miss no meals now, my hips a little bit thicker
I keep my snacks tucked cause I heard you want me for dinner
I make you quiver
With just my whisper, g'd up like your fazos

Body nip tucked, look good with all of your paper
You dont mind it
Your mans a lil bit sicker, running up a mill, put her in that will
For that lifetime peso

Born in Broward
Her booty flown in from Houston
Take like an hour for mans to finish a cuban
We run with sailors
We talk like goons
Hanging up on payphones

Miss Molly miss Molly
Miss Molly
Way down in Decatur
Miss Molly miss Molly
Miss Molly
Way down in Decatur

Maybe if you call her phone
Maybe she in my cabron
My song might could be set to her pink razrphone ringtone
You hate it when she run ya dome
She never love to leave me alone
Been waiting for her uber home
Dial tone dial tone dial
Maybe if you call her phone
Maybe she in my cabron
She at my crib real stoned
My song might could be set to her pink razrphone ringtone
You hate it when she run ya dome
She never love to leave me alone
Been waiting for her uber home
Dial tone dial tone dial

Miss Molly miss Molly
Miss Molly
Way down in Decatur
Miss Molly miss Molly
Miss Molly
Way down in Decatur
(Laid up in Decatur)
(Laid up in Decatur)
(Laid up)



Credits
Writer(s): Kayla Le
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