GOLF le FLEUR
Yeah
Yeah
Uh
What's the point of me lighting this joint
What's the point the in me writing if I ain't get to the point
My pen and paper and my bitch always moist
Got some shit up off the mental my frustrations is voiced
(Hold up)
Sorta kind of rocking fur
Got that shit from Golf le Fleur
T just hit me up said don't you worry got your spot secured
I'd be lying if I wasn't first
Make that pussy purr
When I stick it in she say that it hurts
Oh
Guess I didn't warm you up enough
I thought that we was just making it quick
You said I could get a nut
Here just go spit on my dick
(God damnit)
I fucked and now I'm stressed as a bitch
I think I'm catching feels
I ain't really know what this is
This is as good as it gets
Smacked her ass god damn mama I'm faded as shit
(Whaaaa)
She hand her phone and told me go take a pic
Or a video honestly don't care what it is
How the fuck she make it move like that
And groove like that
I'm tryna fuck this bitch to music
Go ahead and play some tunes like that
You want Pharrell
R&B
How you feel about rap
It took me seven different guts to go and finally ask
She looking back up at the Tax like I'm the man
Make it slap
Make it clap like me and her was a band
And now I'm sweating tryna get this shit in
I wanna see us both win
She go and text her friend now I'm out here fucking on twins
Yeah
It's about time
It's about mother fucking time
Bitch
Yeah
Uh
What's the point of me lighting this joint
What's the point the in me writing if I ain't get to the point
My pen and paper and my bitch always moist
Got some shit up off the mental my frustrations is voiced
(Hold up)
Sorta kind of rocking fur
Got that shit from Golf le Fleur
T just hit me up said don't you worry got your spot secured
I'd be lying if I wasn't first
Make that pussy purr
When I stick it in she say that it hurts
Oh
Guess I didn't warm you up enough
I thought that we was just making it quick
You said I could get a nut
Here just go spit on my dick
(God damnit)
I fucked and now I'm stressed as a bitch
I think I'm catching feels
I ain't really know what this is
This is as good as it gets
Smacked her ass god damn mama I'm faded as shit
(Whaaaa)
She hand her phone and told me go take a pic
Or a video honestly don't care what it is
How the fuck she make it move like that
And groove like that
I'm tryna fuck this bitch to music
Go ahead and play some tunes like that
You want Pharrell
R&B
How you feel about rap
It took me seven different guts to go and finally ask
She looking back up at the Tax like I'm the man
Make it slap
Make it clap like me and her was a band
And now I'm sweating tryna get this shit in
I wanna see us both win
She go and text her friend now I'm out here fucking on twins
Yeah
It's about time
It's about mother fucking time
Bitch
Credits
Writer(s): Collin Bertch
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