Greedy
I told my baby, hol up, hol up, hol up, hol up
They gon' be sick when I drop this, they gon' be in illa
I told my baby, hol up, hol up, hol up, hol up
Like what's hangin', we just bangin
Shout out to Lancy, I want that sexyy red
I love me a red bottom, got my shoes on the bed
Ain't talkin' Christian mingle when I'm sayin' amen
A men, aww man
Head game too fire, bout to rent a space up in your jaw
And nickname you Miss Pearly
Bae don't throw me out if I ejaculate too early
Take it for love, hold that nut and don't get squirrely
I'm bout to, bout to
Come show you what a butch queen do up in the bedroom
And show you why I always get the tens in ballroom
We bout to scrub the ground in doggy style in the moon
You might be mother, but tonight you just my bitch
And I don't wanna fuckin' hand performance
Swear to God, I'll just dip
And you gon' take the whole thing, not just the tip
I'm comin' for Leiomy and Jazzul Escada
(ha ha ha) TENS!
I never gave a fluck about a household
All my life I've been rouge
I jumped off the porch, ten toes in the road
Body a gun, go BLOCKA, (ha ha) pose
A bitch couldn't check me if they was a waiter
Man, a bitch couldn't check me if they had a pen
That bitch never impressed me with that bum ass feature
Rap game, don't give a fuck what the bitch doin' for real
I gave my dick a name, a first, middle, and last
Shout out to Fleece Johnson, the way I'm on y'all ass
They beggin' for protection, my glove on Everlast
Dare you to pop it off, you'll get a body bag (huh)
And I ain't mean to scare ya, it's just I like it rough for real
Dead ass, when I'm in that pussy, cat gon' purr for real
Missionary, dig you out, dig in the dirt for real
When I touch down, that ass applaud
I guess its up for me, it's goin' down for y'all
I'll take a hoe down, shout out to Kyle Horn
Treat you like royalty, treat them like a pawn
I told my baby, hol up, hol up, hol up, hol up
They gon' be sick when I drop this, they gon' be in illa
I told my baby, hol up, hol up, hol up, hol up
Like what's hangin', we just bangin
Hmm, I want Leiomy
Hmm, and Jazzul Escada
Hmm, damn sho' want Kyle Horn
Hmm, and yeah I got a partner
Hmm, but we like having fun
Hmm, diggin' in pink matter
Hmm, and I still want his mouf
Hmm, get the fuck out after
They gon' be sick when I drop this, they gon' be in illa
I told my baby, hol up, hol up, hol up, hol up
Like what's hangin', we just bangin
Shout out to Lancy, I want that sexyy red
I love me a red bottom, got my shoes on the bed
Ain't talkin' Christian mingle when I'm sayin' amen
A men, aww man
Head game too fire, bout to rent a space up in your jaw
And nickname you Miss Pearly
Bae don't throw me out if I ejaculate too early
Take it for love, hold that nut and don't get squirrely
I'm bout to, bout to
Come show you what a butch queen do up in the bedroom
And show you why I always get the tens in ballroom
We bout to scrub the ground in doggy style in the moon
You might be mother, but tonight you just my bitch
And I don't wanna fuckin' hand performance
Swear to God, I'll just dip
And you gon' take the whole thing, not just the tip
I'm comin' for Leiomy and Jazzul Escada
(ha ha ha) TENS!
I never gave a fluck about a household
All my life I've been rouge
I jumped off the porch, ten toes in the road
Body a gun, go BLOCKA, (ha ha) pose
A bitch couldn't check me if they was a waiter
Man, a bitch couldn't check me if they had a pen
That bitch never impressed me with that bum ass feature
Rap game, don't give a fuck what the bitch doin' for real
I gave my dick a name, a first, middle, and last
Shout out to Fleece Johnson, the way I'm on y'all ass
They beggin' for protection, my glove on Everlast
Dare you to pop it off, you'll get a body bag (huh)
And I ain't mean to scare ya, it's just I like it rough for real
Dead ass, when I'm in that pussy, cat gon' purr for real
Missionary, dig you out, dig in the dirt for real
When I touch down, that ass applaud
I guess its up for me, it's goin' down for y'all
I'll take a hoe down, shout out to Kyle Horn
Treat you like royalty, treat them like a pawn
I told my baby, hol up, hol up, hol up, hol up
They gon' be sick when I drop this, they gon' be in illa
I told my baby, hol up, hol up, hol up, hol up
Like what's hangin', we just bangin
Hmm, I want Leiomy
Hmm, and Jazzul Escada
Hmm, damn sho' want Kyle Horn
Hmm, and yeah I got a partner
Hmm, but we like having fun
Hmm, diggin' in pink matter
Hmm, and I still want his mouf
Hmm, get the fuck out after
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Writer(s): Demarcus Townsend
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