Dat Phish
If I had just one last wish
I would like a tasty fish (yeah)
If I had just one last wish
I would like a tasty fish
Why you hatin' on a nigga in my coupe with the Zu?
Rob hoes, do ya dough, when a nigga come through
Got pills that's blue, sip lean, not two
Kickin' these flows like I know Kung-Fu (shit)
What? What?
What? What?
What? What?
What? What?
Lofty, got a brand new stick
Brand new shoes, brand new fit
I took yo' bitch, I fucked yo' bitch
Yeah, my nigga, I got yo' bitch, aye
What? What?
What? What?
What? What?
What? What?
Lofty hit me up, come through
Bad ass bitch, we run through
Fuck nigga, just do you
Pussy nigga, screw you
What? What?
What? What?
What? What?
What? What?
Smokin' on that kryp', dawg
Fuck nigga get merked, dawg
I don't give a fuck, dawg
Nigga mad, fuck all y'all
What? What?
What? What?
What? What?
What? What?
Servin' up that white shit
Balls deep in yo' white bitch
Stretchin' out her coochie lips
With a hard Rocky Balboa dick
What? What?
What? What?
What? What?
What? What?
Pills and X we pop, nigga
Violate and get shot, nigga
Serve chop and pure rock
So these fiends refuse to stop, nigga
What? What?
What? What?
What? What?
What? What?
I would like a tasty fish (yeah)
If I had just one last wish
I would like a tasty fish
Why you hatin' on a nigga in my coupe with the Zu?
Rob hoes, do ya dough, when a nigga come through
Got pills that's blue, sip lean, not two
Kickin' these flows like I know Kung-Fu (shit)
What? What?
What? What?
What? What?
What? What?
Lofty, got a brand new stick
Brand new shoes, brand new fit
I took yo' bitch, I fucked yo' bitch
Yeah, my nigga, I got yo' bitch, aye
What? What?
What? What?
What? What?
What? What?
Lofty hit me up, come through
Bad ass bitch, we run through
Fuck nigga, just do you
Pussy nigga, screw you
What? What?
What? What?
What? What?
What? What?
Smokin' on that kryp', dawg
Fuck nigga get merked, dawg
I don't give a fuck, dawg
Nigga mad, fuck all y'all
What? What?
What? What?
What? What?
What? What?
Servin' up that white shit
Balls deep in yo' white bitch
Stretchin' out her coochie lips
With a hard Rocky Balboa dick
What? What?
What? What?
What? What?
What? What?
Pills and X we pop, nigga
Violate and get shot, nigga
Serve chop and pure rock
So these fiends refuse to stop, nigga
What? What?
What? What?
What? What?
What? What?
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Writer(s): Robert Thompson
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