Marathon Pt. 2

(It's a Marathon on this bitch)
(Part two no adlibs nigga)
(Fuck, Fuck)
(Man her ass just not answering)
Aye bitch, So what the fuck we doing
Is we tryna fuck I'm tryna cut so let's get to moving
Told her let me hit in the week like noonish
She got breath from 9 am but it smells like its brewing
Get to packing up your shit just like some lunch
3 meals before noon, we ain't hitting brunch
Seen the look on her face when that bitch spilled my cup
You got 3 fucking seconds just to clean that shit up
Got a Presbyterian bitch in here praying to the lord
I'm like fuck it ima beat so good I might get endorsed
Finna fuck this bitch for two hours and put her on my music
Her pussy get to talking and it left me with a rubric
Bitch, huh, you think I'm stupid
Get to tweaking like Lil Boat, I'm fucking Kali Uchis
Have her sing like Kelly Price, I'm a thief for the coochie
Put the silence on the K, its tryna talk but who the fuck shooting

No Kanye, but it's a new day
Better give the pussy up today like there's a due date
Better give the pussy on the first like I don't do dates
If all my niggas get to hit, bitch why you acting so lame
You ain't even good at your job, you just a dick pleaser
It's bout to get electric lemme bring out my heater
All my chops is eco friendly it don't need a new feature
Hit em with that mhm boop boop, that's my demeanor
Mr. Plows on my feet got me feeling Huncho Simpson
Swiped right on some fat bitches, we going skinny dipping
Might I ask bitch did I swipe right
I was so down bad I ain't even wanna see yo titties
All this bread in my pockets cause it get a lil kneady
Diamonds drowning in the water had to leave 'em like Whitney
Spin the block for some AF1s, its getting greasy
Someone's getting popped, and its the letter right after T
Had to pull the bitch outta the car, how you getting home
I just made a bitch sitcom, this the 90's show
Bitch I'm horny, treat me like Wi-Fi and connect the dome
I just made a back to back with Drake on a Weekend phone
I'm feeling fancy, lemme bring the Voss out
Bitch wanna suck on this robe bring the cock out
She makin' them slurp noises, like its cup noodles
Sipping sweet tea I fucked the bitch in the back with toodles
The only time I pull out a check is when I owe some bitches
Baby text me, see you in the club, do you know these bitches
Shit bae, I don't even know, do you know these women
Matter of fact, why'd I ask you gon start tripping
Aye niggas whip the 37, its a sport right
The way I'm finna, this bitch out, it's the force right
And she tryna pin a baby on me, but that ain't mine
Took her ass to Maury, did a dance to some Melodime
Running 'round this bitch I'm in the car slappin' A3
Really getting sick of this bitch, take 3 perky
And she tryna get a train ran on her but I ain't Percy
Playing Fortnite with her kid, I did him dirty
I'ma treat this like a bitch in a dress I did a curtsy



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Writer(s): Joel Taylor
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