Girl in the Maid Dress (feat. Korban Baxter)
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Welcome home, master
Whipping the choppa, banging this boppa until her bangs fall out
She teaching, dropping and swallowing, call me a student, man
Soul Plane tripping off the tooka, man, five stars, it's the first semester and
I'm the Harem King, call me young Karasu
Okinowa things, Shibuya champ, I'm the Fuka man
Sweeping out the gutters like, looking for a larger pipe
Giving Kawakami right, now she my fucking wife
Sorry Josh, aw man
I take her to my crib and then, we switching positions, man
She ride me like a Harley, call me Joker, damn
Morgana getting kicked out the house, look
Go take a walk, little nigga, I'm fucking grown cheeks
Now, you can watch if you want to, get cut
Cause next up is Lady Ann, and I'm hitting up Haru
So tell Dylan he can kick rocks, it's the apocalypse
Valentino on the docks, set sail, and drink my Springfield on the rocks
(Fuck that shit, yo, fuck that shit)
Drink my Springfield on the rocks, yeah, yeah (Fuck that shit, fuck that shit)
Yo, uh
While other rappers caca, and spitting all that ra ra
We putting out the fire fire, we sipping on that auga
Go by the name of HPF now, we don't do that shit on my block
Years ago it was rock and sock, we don't do no oxycontin
Pour that lean up in the rocks, sike nah, not about the plot
Y'all get scared cause we finna drop, and we pop off like jack in the box
Going off just like Vinnie Paz, scared pussies straight like menopause
I plug in so that I can charge, come back every year just like Santa Claus
Spread love like Lennon but I never Cyn, boutta cure the game like some medicine
Other rappers built like denizens, this the come back, never be dead again
Up in the clouds like a pelican, you a pussy boy, I'm a veteran
I'm a cold chef breaking that bread and shit, if the vibe is off than I level it
If the beef is hot never settle it, if the pot pop you a kettle bitch
I'm a goat rapper, I got leverage, break your ribs open then I pepper it
Mentally rich, that's the difference, we a hot plate, you're never simmering
Spit raw shit like Robert Zimmerman, call her only once then never again
I'm done
Welcome home, master
Whipping the choppa, banging this boppa until her bangs fall out
She teaching, dropping and swallowing, call me a student, man
Soul Plane tripping off the tooka, man, five stars, it's the first semester and
I'm the Harem King, call me young Karasu
Okinowa things, Shibuya champ, I'm the Fuka man
Sweeping out the gutters like, looking for a larger pipe
Giving Kawakami right, now she my fucking wife
Sorry Josh, aw man
I take her to my crib and then, we switching positions, man
She ride me like a Harley, call me Joker, damn
Morgana getting kicked out the house, look
Go take a walk, little nigga, I'm fucking grown cheeks
Now, you can watch if you want to, get cut
Cause next up is Lady Ann, and I'm hitting up Haru
So tell Dylan he can kick rocks, it's the apocalypse
Valentino on the docks, set sail, and drink my Springfield on the rocks
(Fuck that shit, yo, fuck that shit)
Drink my Springfield on the rocks, yeah, yeah (Fuck that shit, fuck that shit)
Yo, uh
While other rappers caca, and spitting all that ra ra
We putting out the fire fire, we sipping on that auga
Go by the name of HPF now, we don't do that shit on my block
Years ago it was rock and sock, we don't do no oxycontin
Pour that lean up in the rocks, sike nah, not about the plot
Y'all get scared cause we finna drop, and we pop off like jack in the box
Going off just like Vinnie Paz, scared pussies straight like menopause
I plug in so that I can charge, come back every year just like Santa Claus
Spread love like Lennon but I never Cyn, boutta cure the game like some medicine
Other rappers built like denizens, this the come back, never be dead again
Up in the clouds like a pelican, you a pussy boy, I'm a veteran
I'm a cold chef breaking that bread and shit, if the vibe is off than I level it
If the beef is hot never settle it, if the pot pop you a kettle bitch
I'm a goat rapper, I got leverage, break your ribs open then I pepper it
Mentally rich, that's the difference, we a hot plate, you're never simmering
Spit raw shit like Robert Zimmerman, call her only once then never again
I'm done
Credits
Writer(s): Michael Hite
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