Freak bitch alert slide to the ends
Yeah she put in work riding my thing
She fit to pop one and splash
Then I dash
Cos I no go fit to stand it when she mad yeah
F*ck outta my room bitch you know the rules
I can barely keep up your every move you over like the feeling
You know I don't mean it have a molly it's crunchy
Brain up to the ceiling captain planets Ferrari
Come lie here beside me
My spliff is an art piece but the lighter looks empty
Borst my mind u can be my soulmate
Lose your grip take and puff and hold it
Choke let it out feel the burn in your system
And fear not for your wings and soar
Its all in your mind never trip when it's coming
Embrace it all yeah
She be sipping Benalyn and the sprite that's what she want
Junkie of the year plaques on plaques over her home
You just chose a life that be selling u to guys
Make them pipe
Ride you like some f*cking bike
Light weight pussy kite
Bitch don't bother me
Dick service ain't free
Popping pills and blowing rings
That's just how she wanna live
Nose on coco see her photo sexy bitch she no dey gree
Poker mask on f*ck the vision you ain't never gon see me
Ass fat pussy flooded when my song is on
F*ck your drip she gon f*ck you when she's turning on
Aside that she dey trip
Always on some shit
What's the deal nigga she gon bust it up real quick
Ouu la la my obsession a thick bitch
And this thing dey drive me crazy
Ouu la la
When u pop it tell me what you see
Crack between your teeth like its sweet
Topless with the spaceship
Topless when she on one
See me squeeze
50/50 end beneath
Booty like its on repeat
Shorty wetter than overseas
She light it up and take a flight like overseas
In her walls like gecko
Say I speak the truth so if I say it it for echo
Gotta rock Balencii- so I'm hopping on a record
Yeah it better bubble i just popped another fellow
Popped another fella
Popped another fella
Way too high that pussy deep but still i stroke it shallow
Better be the leather
Better be Coachella
When she rock the leather imma hit it like its sweet
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Freak bitch alert slide to the ends
Yeah she put in work riding my thing
She fit to pop one and splash
Then I dash
Cos I no go fit to stand it when she mad yeah
F*ck outta my room bitch you know the rules
I can barely keep up your every move you over like the feeling
You know I don't mean it have a molly it's crunchy
Brain up to the ceiling captain planets Ferrari
Come lie here beside me
My spliff is an art piece but the lighter looks empty
Borst my mind u can be my soulmate
Lose your grip take and puff and hold it
Choke let it out feel the burn in your system
And fear not for your wings and soar
Its all in your mind never trip when it's coming
Embrace it all yeah
She be sipping Benalyn and the sprite that's what she want
Junkie of the year plaques on plaques over her home
You just chose a life that be selling u to guys
Make them pipe
Ride you like some f*cking bike
Light weight pussy kite
Bitch don't bother me
Dick service ain't free
Popping pills and blowing rings
That's just how she wanna live
Nose on coco see her photo sexy bitch she no dey gree
Poker mask on f*ck the vision you ain't never gon see me
Ass fat pussy flooded when my song is on
F*ck your drip she gon f*ck you when she's turning on
Aside that she dey trip
Always on some shit
What's the deal nigga she gon bust it up real quick
Ouu la la my obsession a thick bitch
And this thing dey drive me crazy
Ouu la la
When u pop it tell me what you see
Crack between your teeth like its sweet
Topless with the spaceship
Topless when she on one
See me squeeze
50/50 end beneath
Booty like its on repeat
Shorty wetter than overseas
She light it up and take a flight like overseas
In her walls like gecko
Say I speak the truth so if I say it it for echo
Gotta rock Balencii- so I'm hopping on a record
Yeah it better bubble i just popped another fellow
Popped another fella
Popped another fella
Way too high that pussy deep but still i stroke it shallow
Better be the leather
Better be Coachella
When she rock the leather imma hit it like its sweet
Yeah she put in work riding my thing
She fit to pop one and splash
Then I dash
Cos I no go fit to stand it when she mad yeah
F*ck outta my room bitch you know the rules
I can barely keep up your every move you over like the feeling
You know I don't mean it have a molly it's crunchy
Brain up to the ceiling captain planets Ferrari
Come lie here beside me
My spliff is an art piece but the lighter looks empty
Borst my mind u can be my soulmate
Lose your grip take and puff and hold it
Choke let it out feel the burn in your system
And fear not for your wings and soar
Its all in your mind never trip when it's coming
Embrace it all yeah
She be sipping Benalyn and the sprite that's what she want
Junkie of the year plaques on plaques over her home
You just chose a life that be selling u to guys
Make them pipe
Ride you like some f*cking bike
Light weight pussy kite
Bitch don't bother me
Dick service ain't free
Popping pills and blowing rings
That's just how she wanna live
Nose on coco see her photo sexy bitch she no dey gree
Poker mask on f*ck the vision you ain't never gon see me
Ass fat pussy flooded when my song is on
F*ck your drip she gon f*ck you when she's turning on
Aside that she dey trip
Always on some shit
What's the deal nigga she gon bust it up real quick
Ouu la la my obsession a thick bitch
And this thing dey drive me crazy
Ouu la la
When u pop it tell me what you see
Crack between your teeth like its sweet
Topless with the spaceship
Topless when she on one
See me squeeze
50/50 end beneath
Booty like its on repeat
Shorty wetter than overseas
She light it up and take a flight like overseas
In her walls like gecko
Say I speak the truth so if I say it it for echo
Gotta rock Balencii- so I'm hopping on a record
Yeah it better bubble i just popped another fellow
Popped another fella
Popped another fella
Way too high that pussy deep but still i stroke it shallow
Better be the leather
Better be Coachella
When she rock the leather imma hit it like its sweet
Writer: Kaby Patrick
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