Witches Brew
Mmm, he want a sip of the witches brew
He took a sip, didn't know what to do
Like, like, he took a sip, didn't know what to do
Like, mmm, he took a sip, didn't know what to do
He wants some more
Is this what you asked for
Slurped him so good that he doing the dashboard
Spoil lil' bitch, so he buying me Tom Ford
But a bitch like Fendi
Running a bag till his pockets get empty
He think he the one, but baby, I got plenty
He fuck with Marie, he flew out to my city
Hoes hate from a distance, tell him to get with me
Smile on my face, but bitch, I get busy
Swamp in a building, you know it get wicked
Dump you with gators, fuck all them lil' fishes
I put hex on people, baby girl, I'm vicious
He eating his pussy nutritious
Chocolate bitch, when I melt in his mouth, it's delicious
Mmm, chocolate bitch, when I melt in his mouth, it's delicious like
Mmm, he want a sip of the witches brew
He took a sip, didn't know what to do
Like, damn, Mikey, don't stop it
You fuck me so good, you could have anything in my wallet
He all on my line and it's making you sick
Cause he filling my bag up with dead presidents
Like
Mmm, he want a, he want a, he want a, he want a
He want a sip of the witch's brew
He took a sip, didn't know what to do
Like, mmm, he took a sip, didn't know what to do
Like
He know the witch got a lil' wetty
He try to pop up where I'm at like a confetti
He thinking I love him, I don't cause I'm petty
He wanna be steady, still got souls to snatch, I ain't ready
Killing him softly with Jason's machete
I told him that brew is addictive, but deadly
I do what I want, so who gonna check me
My name ring bells, so you gotta respect me
I do it with ease
I made him my slave so he get on his knees
I told him that it could get critical, but he wanna be in my ritual
You blowing his phone, and it's pitiful
Check it out, bitch, he ain't feeling you
Go get a bag, but you better do
He love what I'm doing, he come to the crib just to see what I'm brewing
Mmm
He want a sip of the witch's brew
He took a sip, didn't know what to do
Like, damn, Mikey, don't stop it
You fuck me so good, you could have anything in my wallet
He all on my line and it's making you sick
Cause he filling my bag up with dead presidents
Um, I have, like, this aura towards, like, to.
I have this aura, you know what I'm saying
Like, I just leave, like, this little dust on a nigga
Yeah, bow, dust
Magical shit, nigga
Ain't gonna find that again
He took a sip, didn't know what to do
Like, like, he took a sip, didn't know what to do
Like, mmm, he took a sip, didn't know what to do
He wants some more
Is this what you asked for
Slurped him so good that he doing the dashboard
Spoil lil' bitch, so he buying me Tom Ford
But a bitch like Fendi
Running a bag till his pockets get empty
He think he the one, but baby, I got plenty
He fuck with Marie, he flew out to my city
Hoes hate from a distance, tell him to get with me
Smile on my face, but bitch, I get busy
Swamp in a building, you know it get wicked
Dump you with gators, fuck all them lil' fishes
I put hex on people, baby girl, I'm vicious
He eating his pussy nutritious
Chocolate bitch, when I melt in his mouth, it's delicious
Mmm, chocolate bitch, when I melt in his mouth, it's delicious like
Mmm, he want a sip of the witches brew
He took a sip, didn't know what to do
Like, damn, Mikey, don't stop it
You fuck me so good, you could have anything in my wallet
He all on my line and it's making you sick
Cause he filling my bag up with dead presidents
Like
Mmm, he want a, he want a, he want a, he want a
He want a sip of the witch's brew
He took a sip, didn't know what to do
Like, mmm, he took a sip, didn't know what to do
Like
He know the witch got a lil' wetty
He try to pop up where I'm at like a confetti
He thinking I love him, I don't cause I'm petty
He wanna be steady, still got souls to snatch, I ain't ready
Killing him softly with Jason's machete
I told him that brew is addictive, but deadly
I do what I want, so who gonna check me
My name ring bells, so you gotta respect me
I do it with ease
I made him my slave so he get on his knees
I told him that it could get critical, but he wanna be in my ritual
You blowing his phone, and it's pitiful
Check it out, bitch, he ain't feeling you
Go get a bag, but you better do
He love what I'm doing, he come to the crib just to see what I'm brewing
Mmm
He want a sip of the witch's brew
He took a sip, didn't know what to do
Like, damn, Mikey, don't stop it
You fuck me so good, you could have anything in my wallet
He all on my line and it's making you sick
Cause he filling my bag up with dead presidents
Um, I have, like, this aura towards, like, to.
I have this aura, you know what I'm saying
Like, I just leave, like, this little dust on a nigga
Yeah, bow, dust
Magical shit, nigga
Ain't gonna find that again
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Writer(s): Laricia Mike
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