D4l

Sweeney Todd on the job
I'm a mad man (Mad)
Serve 'em hot from the box
Ain't no padding (Blat)
Your main squeeze, my side piece
Say what's hannenin' (Ay)
Whyte Mtn. on your chin
What's hannenin' (Ay ay ay)

Sweeney Todd on the job
I'm a mad man (Mad)
Serve 'em hot from the box
Ain't no padding (Blat)
Your whip leased, my shit screech
What's hannenin'
Whyte Mtn. I am him
What's hannenin' (Ay)

Opposite of pobreza
Sick like Ebola or Corona
You know in the cabeza
End of the day, I'd kill pa la cerveza
Bunch of word vomit
This here alien crashing like comets
Fuck what you say
Ignore your comments, jargon and gossip
You only serve garbage
It's only Monday and I'm taking it out
She does Pilates and I'm working it out
Guess we'll figure that out (Well I guess)
Higher standards, playboy
Bust down, playboy
Make these nukes deploy
What's in the cup? LaCroix?
All of y'all too sweet
Like a cookie sheet
Talk too much, don't tweet
Broom in hand, I sweep
And I keep my promises when I say Imma steal your bitch (Ha)
She loves herself some chocolate, I swear Imma keep it rich (Facts)
Fingers twisted
She insisted for me to fist it like a civil rights activist (Woo)
And I'm the catalyst to war
With consent, of course
She begging for more
Everyday is a holiday
What do you say if I pop that cork?
Fucking A
Wanna fuck her brain
She feel the same so let's explore
Ugh Goddamnit
Whyte Mtn. you on another one
As far as dick appointments go, she gon' need another one
Sorry for pimping
Leg stanky and limping
Ego inflated, I'm blimping
Lean with it, roc with it
Track cals with my Fitbit (Ay)

Sweeney Todd on the job
I'm a mad man (Mad)
Serve 'em hot from the box
Ain't no padding (Blat)
Your main squeeze, my side piece
Say what's hannenin' (Ay)
Whyte Mtn. on your chin
What's hannenin' (Ay ay ay)

Sweeney Todd on the job
I'm a mad man (Mad)
Serve 'em hot from the box
Ain't no padding (Blat)
Your whip leased, my shit screech
What's hannenin'
Whyte Mtn. I am him
What's hannenin' (Ay)

Carlitos
Soy yooo
What's hannenin'
Cariño
No llegues tarde a nuestra cita esta noche
Te tengo un regalo
Recuerdas ese traje que te gustó
El rojo donde se podía ver todo
Y me refiero a todo
Ai Carlos
Carlos, Carlos
Por fa no me hagas esperar
O si no tu postre se pondrá frío
Ciao



Credits
Writer(s): C. Monteblanco
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link