Your relationship, I'll hijack
F*ck that ass, amnesiac
Forgot her name, throwback
Ass so big, she not a snack
She a feast, strong 10, no lack
That's at least, from Ben, a plaque
She deceased, oh when? come back
Calla priest, amen, payback
Cards increase, again, blackjack
Cash decrease, wise men, bags pack
I a beast, feel zen, mil stack
I a beast, feel zen, mil stack
We nut in with 10 penises
She gotta kill like 10 fetuses
I ask for a threesome, she say
How about two guys, no way
Another l with us, that gay
How bout two girls, okay
Cooking up beats like, bobby flay
On that grind so we get pay
In my crib, all she wanna do is play
In my life, ass, the entree
Yah, We f*cking on
The wall, we too rich to ball
Beata girl, take no fall, sip the alcohol
Picking fights, making brawl, stop the stall
On the floor, getting sprawl, he too broke to crawl
Doing well, all in all, being formal
My dick, I install, free-for-all
Good stuff, top 10 hall, overhaul
Dial bae, conference call, follow protocol
New job, new car
Good sound, gold star
Enemy, not far
Big dick, no heart
Ain't answer anything in the summer
Take it too far in the summer
Did I miss y'all in the summer?
No? Bitch, that's a bummer
(Kidding)
Nother dead, August Ames
Mother fled, spewing flames
Brother bread, calling names
Lover head, that's my aims
Under spread, using gains
Runner med, building veins
Cover bed, blowing brains
Color red, playing games
Bitches in the club, they slay
Girl alone, spot the prey
All her moves, I anticipate
Whatta girl, holiday
Notice her then I x-ray
Is that real? On display?
Feeling lost, castaway
Ok, sorry I cliche
I want her have my DNA
Looks so good, my fiance
Wanna see her lingerie
Hit it off, we go away
Looking good, real gourmet
We moving fast, no foreplay
On her knees, she pray?
This girl ass, the entree
Looking good, real gourmet
We moving fast, no foreplay
On her knees, she pray?
This girl ass, the entree
Looking good, real gourmet
We moving fast, no foreplay
On her knees, she pray?
This girl ass, the entree
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Your relationship, I'll hijack
F*ck that ass, amnesiac
Forgot her name, throwback
Ass so big, she not a snack
She a feast, strong 10, no lack
That's at least, from Ben, a plaque
She deceased, oh when? come back
Calla priest, amen, payback
Cards increase, again, blackjack
Cash decrease, wise men, bags pack
I a beast, feel zen, mil stack
I a beast, feel zen, mil stack
We nut in with 10 penises
She gotta kill like 10 fetuses
I ask for a threesome, she say
How about two guys, no way
Another l with us, that gay
How bout two girls, okay
Cooking up beats like, bobby flay
On that grind so we get pay
In my crib, all she wanna do is play
In my life, ass, the entree
Yah, We f*cking on
The wall, we too rich to ball
Beata girl, take no fall, sip the alcohol
Picking fights, making brawl, stop the stall
On the floor, getting sprawl, he too broke to crawl
Doing well, all in all, being formal
My dick, I install, free-for-all
Good stuff, top 10 hall, overhaul
Dial bae, conference call, follow protocol
New job, new car
Good sound, gold star
Enemy, not far
Big dick, no heart
Ain't answer anything in the summer
Take it too far in the summer
Did I miss y'all in the summer?
No? Bitch, that's a bummer
(Kidding)
Nother dead, August Ames
Mother fled, spewing flames
Brother bread, calling names
Lover head, that's my aims
Under spread, using gains
Runner med, building veins
Cover bed, blowing brains
Color red, playing games
Bitches in the club, they slay
Girl alone, spot the prey
All her moves, I anticipate
Whatta girl, holiday
Notice her then I x-ray
Is that real? On display?
Feeling lost, castaway
Ok, sorry I cliche
I want her have my DNA
Looks so good, my fiance
Wanna see her lingerie
Hit it off, we go away
Looking good, real gourmet
We moving fast, no foreplay
On her knees, she pray?
This girl ass, the entree
Looking good, real gourmet
We moving fast, no foreplay
On her knees, she pray?
This girl ass, the entree
Looking good, real gourmet
We moving fast, no foreplay
On her knees, she pray?
This girl ass, the entree
F*ck that ass, amnesiac
Forgot her name, throwback
Ass so big, she not a snack
She a feast, strong 10, no lack
That's at least, from Ben, a plaque
She deceased, oh when? come back
Calla priest, amen, payback
Cards increase, again, blackjack
Cash decrease, wise men, bags pack
I a beast, feel zen, mil stack
I a beast, feel zen, mil stack
We nut in with 10 penises
She gotta kill like 10 fetuses
I ask for a threesome, she say
How about two guys, no way
Another l with us, that gay
How bout two girls, okay
Cooking up beats like, bobby flay
On that grind so we get pay
In my crib, all she wanna do is play
In my life, ass, the entree
Yah, We f*cking on
The wall, we too rich to ball
Beata girl, take no fall, sip the alcohol
Picking fights, making brawl, stop the stall
On the floor, getting sprawl, he too broke to crawl
Doing well, all in all, being formal
My dick, I install, free-for-all
Good stuff, top 10 hall, overhaul
Dial bae, conference call, follow protocol
New job, new car
Good sound, gold star
Enemy, not far
Big dick, no heart
Ain't answer anything in the summer
Take it too far in the summer
Did I miss y'all in the summer?
No? Bitch, that's a bummer
(Kidding)
Nother dead, August Ames
Mother fled, spewing flames
Brother bread, calling names
Lover head, that's my aims
Under spread, using gains
Runner med, building veins
Cover bed, blowing brains
Color red, playing games
Bitches in the club, they slay
Girl alone, spot the prey
All her moves, I anticipate
Whatta girl, holiday
Notice her then I x-ray
Is that real? On display?
Feeling lost, castaway
Ok, sorry I cliche
I want her have my DNA
Looks so good, my fiance
Wanna see her lingerie
Hit it off, we go away
Looking good, real gourmet
We moving fast, no foreplay
On her knees, she pray?
This girl ass, the entree
Looking good, real gourmet
We moving fast, no foreplay
On her knees, she pray?
This girl ass, the entree
Looking good, real gourmet
We moving fast, no foreplay
On her knees, she pray?
This girl ass, the entree
Writer: Ben Cohen
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid