Stay With Me
What would you do if I told you
I don't give dick in the morning?
What would you do if I told
That I don't?
That I
Guess what bitch
I'm too pretty
I'm too perfect
I got billies
She don't deserve it
She ain't a sergeant
She ain't been working
She ain't been handing me that detergent
She ain't been flossing
Mouth kinda stinky
She ain't been bossing
Fuck with a pinky
I got a coffin
Built with a linguist
She just been lingering
She just been thinking
Yitt
Lit
Thick bitch
Sit dick
Man of God, but I never repent
How that make any sense?
I don't know, but it do
I don't plot on my whip
But it go when it's through
Hock a loogie when I shoot
I'ma rue, I'm a goat
I'm a dog, let it loose
Won't you stay with me, tonight
Slide
Call of duty, sleight of hand
I'ma fuck in spite her man
Call of duty, sleight of hand
I'ma fuck a fireman
I'ma fuck that bitch and buy her kid a Spiderman jacket
Yeah, I'm gon hit the backtrack
I'm gon roll a backwood
I could run my track back
Cause I'm really that good
I could make you laugh track
Yitt
Lit
Like a moth flying into the sun, it been fun
But I broke down, jumping the gun, I can't come
It's a ghost town, 2021 I'm getting jumped
I wrote down lines, fucked me up
I'm in the tub
Got my clothes on, wrinkling up
Woah
I don't give dick in the morning?
What would you do if I told
That I don't?
That I
Guess what bitch
I'm too pretty
I'm too perfect
I got billies
She don't deserve it
She ain't a sergeant
She ain't been working
She ain't been handing me that detergent
She ain't been flossing
Mouth kinda stinky
She ain't been bossing
Fuck with a pinky
I got a coffin
Built with a linguist
She just been lingering
She just been thinking
Yitt
Lit
Thick bitch
Sit dick
Man of God, but I never repent
How that make any sense?
I don't know, but it do
I don't plot on my whip
But it go when it's through
Hock a loogie when I shoot
I'ma rue, I'm a goat
I'm a dog, let it loose
Won't you stay with me, tonight
Slide
Call of duty, sleight of hand
I'ma fuck in spite her man
Call of duty, sleight of hand
I'ma fuck a fireman
I'ma fuck that bitch and buy her kid a Spiderman jacket
Yeah, I'm gon hit the backtrack
I'm gon roll a backwood
I could run my track back
Cause I'm really that good
I could make you laugh track
Yitt
Lit
Like a moth flying into the sun, it been fun
But I broke down, jumping the gun, I can't come
It's a ghost town, 2021 I'm getting jumped
I wrote down lines, fucked me up
I'm in the tub
Got my clothes on, wrinkling up
Woah
Credits
Writer(s): Damon Horton
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