Black Beatles
Frat girls easy...
Frat girls easy...
No beatles in the city
Be back, we need the inner league
To confiscate the moneys
I sent flowers but you said you didn't receive 'em
But you said you didn't need 'em
That girl is a real crowd pleaser
Small world, all her friends know me
You all ball, livin' like an old geezer
Release the dash, watch me fall slowly
Frat girls still try and get even
Hates math for whatever reason
Smoke in the air, binge drinkin'
They lose it when the DJ drops the beatle
Frat girls easy...
Frat girls easy...
Frat girls easy...
Frat girls when the DJ drops the beatle
Get us all cold, on and on blinking
What in the world was I thinking?
No date, no money to be bleedin'
There is nothing to explain
Oh, thinkin' 'bout beatle cream and seeds in the rigor
And drawin' Adam Lands is like a scene, spread eagle
Took a bitch to the club and read her body on the table
Screamin', "Everybody's famous, I glock up above morning"
Frat girls still try and get even
Hates math for whatever reason
Smoke in the air, binge drinkin'
They lose it when the DJ drops the beatle
Frat girls easy...
Frat girls easy...
Frat girls easy...
Frat girls when the DJ drops the beatle
Frat girls easy...
No beatles in the city
Be back, we need the inner league
To confiscate the moneys
I sent flowers but you said you didn't receive 'em
But you said you didn't need 'em
That girl is a real crowd pleaser
Small world, all her friends know me
You all ball, livin' like an old geezer
Release the dash, watch me fall slowly
Frat girls still try and get even
Hates math for whatever reason
Smoke in the air, binge drinkin'
They lose it when the DJ drops the beatle
Frat girls easy...
Frat girls easy...
Frat girls easy...
Frat girls when the DJ drops the beatle
Get us all cold, on and on blinking
What in the world was I thinking?
No date, no money to be bleedin'
There is nothing to explain
Oh, thinkin' 'bout beatle cream and seeds in the rigor
And drawin' Adam Lands is like a scene, spread eagle
Took a bitch to the club and read her body on the table
Screamin', "Everybody's famous, I glock up above morning"
Frat girls still try and get even
Hates math for whatever reason
Smoke in the air, binge drinkin'
They lose it when the DJ drops the beatle
Frat girls easy...
Frat girls easy...
Frat girls easy...
Frat girls when the DJ drops the beatle
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Writer(s): Michael Williams, Radric Davis, Aaquil Brown, Khalif Brown
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