Gone Mad
Wock' in my cup, you know that I'm sippin'
Stripper, you know that I'm tippin'
They playing my song in the club, ain't no skippin'
Speaker too loud in the car while I'm whippin'
Got a way with my words, bitches think that I'm pimpin'
What? Bitch, you know I ain't simpin'
Sometimes I be geekin', I know I be glitchin'
I'ma switch up the vibe, watch how I switch it
If I see Jay Hound, I'ma start flickin'
Shots, unlimited clickin'
Big chop, you know this shit kickin'
Aim for the kill, I ain't doin' no missing
Baby, I got you, you know I ain't trickin'
When we get back, just do all the lickin'
Eat up, you know I ain't kissin'
When we fuckin', she squirt, I be thinkin' she pissin'
I always go viral for fuckin' on dancers
I love how they bounce on the dick
No lovey-dovey, I don't gotta romance her
They get on they feet and they show me a trick
Toxic and freaky, you know she a Cancer
Thick thighs savе lives, and I love how she thick
Shе be feeling my face, she be callin' me handsome
She be feeling my pants, she be gettin' me bricked
She be drivin' the boat, I ain't talkin' no Yachty
I really gone mad, I ain't talkin' 'bout Mitch
They call me Sosa, I love when you thotty
Came from the bottom, I'm finally rich
She love how I smell, she gon' feel on my body
She yellin', "It hurt," every moan, every inch
Like Unch got hit with a hottie
Got shot with his gun, should've had him a switch
Like please do not post on your finsta
I love how you keeping it P
Stay off your phone, you not takin' no pictures
Bitch, don't take vids in the V
I love how you eat, two hand twister
I swear that you brilliant, with a degree
This a real story, I'm not gonna diss her
Keep that on a hush, I'm not spillin' the tea
Wock' in my cup, you know that I'm sippin'
Stripper, you know that I'm tippin'
They playing my song in the club, ain't no skippin'
Speaker too loud in the car while I'm whippin'
Got a way with my words, bitches think that I'm pimpin'
What? Bitch, you know I ain't simpin'
Sometimes I be geekin', I know I be glitchin'
I'ma switch up the vibe, watch how I switch it
If I see Jay Hound, I'ma start flickin'
Shots, unlimited clickin'
Big chop, you know this shit kickin'
Aim for the kill, I ain't doin' no missing
Baby, I got you, you know I ain't trickin'
When we get back, just do all the lickin'
Eat up, you know I ain't kissin'
When we fuckin', she squirt, I be thinkin' she pissin'
Stripper, you know that I'm tippin'
They playing my song in the club, ain't no skippin'
Speaker too loud in the car while I'm whippin'
Got a way with my words, bitches think that I'm pimpin'
What? Bitch, you know I ain't simpin'
Sometimes I be geekin', I know I be glitchin'
I'ma switch up the vibe, watch how I switch it
If I see Jay Hound, I'ma start flickin'
Shots, unlimited clickin'
Big chop, you know this shit kickin'
Aim for the kill, I ain't doin' no missing
Baby, I got you, you know I ain't trickin'
When we get back, just do all the lickin'
Eat up, you know I ain't kissin'
When we fuckin', she squirt, I be thinkin' she pissin'
I always go viral for fuckin' on dancers
I love how they bounce on the dick
No lovey-dovey, I don't gotta romance her
They get on they feet and they show me a trick
Toxic and freaky, you know she a Cancer
Thick thighs savе lives, and I love how she thick
Shе be feeling my face, she be callin' me handsome
She be feeling my pants, she be gettin' me bricked
She be drivin' the boat, I ain't talkin' no Yachty
I really gone mad, I ain't talkin' 'bout Mitch
They call me Sosa, I love when you thotty
Came from the bottom, I'm finally rich
She love how I smell, she gon' feel on my body
She yellin', "It hurt," every moan, every inch
Like Unch got hit with a hottie
Got shot with his gun, should've had him a switch
Like please do not post on your finsta
I love how you keeping it P
Stay off your phone, you not takin' no pictures
Bitch, don't take vids in the V
I love how you eat, two hand twister
I swear that you brilliant, with a degree
This a real story, I'm not gonna diss her
Keep that on a hush, I'm not spillin' the tea
Wock' in my cup, you know that I'm sippin'
Stripper, you know that I'm tippin'
They playing my song in the club, ain't no skippin'
Speaker too loud in the car while I'm whippin'
Got a way with my words, bitches think that I'm pimpin'
What? Bitch, you know I ain't simpin'
Sometimes I be geekin', I know I be glitchin'
I'ma switch up the vibe, watch how I switch it
If I see Jay Hound, I'ma start flickin'
Shots, unlimited clickin'
Big chop, you know this shit kickin'
Aim for the kill, I ain't doin' no missing
Baby, I got you, you know I ain't trickin'
When we get back, just do all the lickin'
Eat up, you know I ain't kissin'
When we fuckin', she squirt, I be thinkin' she pissin'
Credits
Writer(s): Michael Rowe, Brandon Kyle Mitchell, Spencer Garrett Mittler Jewesson
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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