Buttercup

Ay, baby girl what's love?
Is you tryna fuck
She my powder puff, buttercup
Used to ridin' ruff
Neva dm 4 the X
If you wantin' sex
No regrets just
Hit me with a text
If you tryna hang with Wes

Yes, God bless her tortured soul
I got my top let back
But the love was kept below
Oh the flow so professional
In the booth boastin' confessionals
Know my hoes so obsessional
Need to be on medicinals
Keep yo eyes off my decimals
Yea the bitch out her mind again
Goin' live with the 5-0 dialing
Deprivin' her off my flavors
Now I'm tryna escape her
She just hurt I won't date her
Damn bitch, why you wanna
Stick me for my paper (paper)
Flip another page
Lust turns to rage so often
Croppin' pics of bitches I've forgotten
Soften all my options
It's exhausting' doin' my part
My remarks off the charts
Leavin' hearts in the dark
If they weak they rip apart
Sniff em out like sharks for the blood
When push comes to shove
Man what the fuck is love?

Baby girl what's love?
Is you tryna fuck
She my powder puff, buttercup
Used to ridin' ruff
Neva dm 4 the X
If you wantin' sex
No regrets just
Hit me with a text
If you tryna hang with Wes
Ay, baby girl what's love?
Is you tryna fuck
She my powder puff, buttercup
Used to ridin' ruff
Neva dm 4 the X
If you wantin' sex
No regrets just
Hit me with a text
If you tryna hang with Wes

How about you share something happy with us?
Saving the world is cool, and everyone should try to do it
At least once a day, or at least stay out of our way (booo!!)
Thank you very much, the end



Credits
Writer(s): Wesley Sweetapple
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