Written by Noah Davis, Nellie Mar, Casey Cook, and Austin Armstrong
Produced by Austin Armstrong

Suga Daddy

A sneak peek of Thee TikTok Mixtape Vol. 1 that can be found only on my Patreon, patreon.com/theekingkitty!!

Lyrics:
Women don’t owe you shit, with your dusty Tim-Tims (Dusty)
Can’t pull-up to her crib cause you bought her din-din (Yuh)
All outside with your dick like, “Let me come in-in”
Not even by the hairs on your chinny-chin-chin (Yuh)
Women don’t owe you (yuh)
Women don’t owe you shit boy
Women don’t owe you (yuh)
Women don’t owe you shit boy
Women don’t owe you (yuh)
Women don’t owe you shit boy
Women don’t owe you (yuh)
Women don’t owe you shit boy
Women don’t owe you (yuh)

He say he think I’m pretty, I think that I’m pretty too
All big-eyed and giddy, took me to go get some food
He got us a booth
Bought a few cups of booze
So, here’s some gratitude but I'm not going home with you

“Shitty, so shitty”
You call it what you want
I got no pity
None with me
Cause I ain’t do wrong
You know that I am not no genie
This shit isn’t TV
Want these thighs, then close your eyes and wonder like a Stevie

Women don’t owe you shit, with your dusty Tim-Tims (Dusty)
Can’t pull-up to her crib cause you bought her din-din (Yuh)
All outside with your dick like, “Let me come in-in”
Not even by the hairs on your chinny-chin-chin (Yuh)
Women don’t owe you (yuh)
Women don’t owe you shit boy
Women don’t owe you (yuh)
Women don’t owe you shit boy
Women don’t owe you (yuh)
Women don’t owe you shit boy
Women don’t owe you (yuh)
Women don’t owe you shit boy
Women don’t owe you (yuh)

I’m the type of bitch that dream big with my figures
I see you the type of nigga that think pussy come with liquor
You a pervert
You can kick dirt
What’s my name it’s J.G. Dickhurt
Number: 877-GET-LOST
Cause it’s my pussy, so FUCK OFF
Eat skeet or treat me with lot of more respect
You got Decency? Then show me cause I ain’t seen none yet
You know that I am not no genie
This shit isn’t TV
Want these thighs, then close your eyes and wonder like a Stevie

Women don’t owe you shit, with your dusty Tim-Tims (Dusty)
Can’t pull-up to her crib cause you bought her din-din (Yuh)
All outside with your dick like, “Let me come in-in”
Not even by the hairs on your chinny-chin-chin (Yuh)
Women don’t owe you (yuh)
Women don’t owe you shit boy
Women don’t owe you (yuh)
Women don’t owe you shit boy
Women don’t owe you (yuh)
Women don’t owe you shit boy
Women don’t owe you (yuh)
Women don’t owe you shit boy
Women don’t owe you (yuh)

Beat: AngelLaCiencia

Women Don't Owe You Shit

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Lyrics:
I got a PHD in your bitch
So big, it got her VAG soaking wet
I’ll flip and put her CAT on my lips
Won’t stop until she TAP out of it
I put a PHD in your bitch
Then I called her a CAB to your crib
She say she like her BAE kinda rich
Cause I just put a BAG on her wrist
Yuh Yuh Yuh

They say I’m highly intelligent
Got the “A” as my mail address
See, my dick game is decadent
Shit ain’t nice, it’s benevolent
Dick ain’t even my element
Yet I’m hung like a elephant
Yes, I fuck your girl so much, her calories in a deficit
I got cat in my regimen
Face the facts when they’re evident
All you niggas irrelevant
And your bitch think I’m heaven-sent
It’s the truth
God’s a woman,
Put that shit in a Testament
Ate the fruit
Now She coming down to rain some more hell again

I got a PHD in your bitch
So big, it got her VAG soaking wet
I’ll flip and put her CAT on my lips
Won’t stop until she TAP out of it
I put a PHD in your bitch
Then I called her a CAB to your crib
She say she like her BAE kinda rich
Cause I just put a BAG on her wrist
Yuh Yuh Yuh

PhD (Pretty huge Dick)

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Lyrics:
You're really hot, twiddle your nips
Sit on my face and wiggle your hips

Dada
Dadadada
Dadadada
Dadadada (Sit on my face and wiggle your hips)
Dada
Dadadada
Dadadada
Dadadada (Sit on my face and wiggle your hips)

Wiggle your hips
Not just a little
Sit-sit & let it trickle
Bouncin’ it like a dribble
3 licks, a double-triple
I’ll play you like fiddle
Go hard, no I’m not gentle
Lil nibble on your skittle
Make you (Wiggle Your Hips)

Dada
Dadadada
Dadadada
Dadadada (Sit on my face and wiggle your hips)
Dada
Dadadada
Dadadada
Dadadada (Sit on my face and wiggle your hips)

I just think it’s funny how you do your little dance
Cause that cat taste sweet like honey, I just lick it off my hands
Now, you ain’t here for the money but you know I got the bands
You just here to get your kitty ate and that’s all that I planned
Let’s stay up all night
This fire, I’ll ignite it
I’ll start off real light
But tell me and I’ll bite it
No it won’t hurt, but baby it might tickle
When I pinch your nerve, you (Wiggle Your Hips)

Dada
Dadadada
Dadadada
Dadadada (Sit on my face and wiggle your hips)
Dada
Dadadada
Dadadada
Dadadada (Sit on my face and wiggle your hips)

Yuh Yuh
Sit on my face and wiggle your hips
Yuh Yuh
Sit on my face and wiggle your hips
Yuh Yuh
Sit on my face and wiggle your hips
Yuh Yuh
Sit on my face and wiggle your hips

Wiggle Your Hips ft. Sweet Anita

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Lyrics:
Small Dick Little Man, Little Man
Find it if you can, but I can’t
Small Dick Little Man, Little Man
Find it if you can, but I can’t
(Cause you’re a)
Small Dick Little Man, Little Man
(Go try to)
Find it if you can, but I can’t
(Cause you’re a)
Small Dick Little Man, Little Man
(Go try to)
Find it if you can, but I can’t

(clears throat) Um, sir?
Is you a wife-hater?
Say you ain’t get pussy all month, it’d be a time saver
Now, I don’t usually interrupt, that ain’t in my nature
You prolly still can’t get no bitch even if I paid her

Small dick energy
Head so blown like Kennedy
Can’t even see how you can be so
fucked up fundamentally
Mentally, the enemy and I can’t find the remedy
Cause I believe the problem’s that your dick don’t ding-a-ling-a-ling

Lil nigga you are 5 foot 2
Speaking like a man who got options
Got be itching like dry shampoo, talking bout women like toxins
Say you playa like Mike Andrews?
Nigga you still on the bench
Don’t forget you 5 foot 2
with a Johnson from Johnson’s

Small dick energy
Head so blown like Kennedy
Can’t even see how you can be so
fucked up fundamentally
Mentally, the enemy and I can’t find the remedy
Cause I believe the problem’s that your dick don’t ding-a-ling-a-ling

You got a small dick
You got a small dick
You only mad because you know you got a small dick
Your shit will never fit
in any hole meant for a dick
I said your dick so small
nothing will ever fit right
Even if it’s tight
Of course her shit tight
You make women so uncomfortable
Of course her shit tight
And I bet your
And I bet your
And I bet your daddy got a small dick too
I bet your daddy got a small dick too
I bet your daddy got a small dick 
Cause that's probably where you get you mindset from.
Like you're weird

Beat: Lit Kid Beats

Small Dick, Little Man

Written by Noah Davis, Angela Mukul, and Nick Pingree
Produced by Nick Pingree, and Not Famous
Mixed by JJ Catalyst
Mastered by Hector Vega
Artwork by Carlos Guevara

Me Myself & Money

Lyrics:

I ain’t a city girl
I’m from the outskirts
Southside, ATL out-of-towner
Backpack, you can set it on the counter
Big racks, you can be my money counter
Ain’t from around here yeah
Have you swimming like a flounder yeah
If you need a lil pouncer
My Kitty King like a double-quarter pounder yeah

12-20 mm’s on my lash (wispy)
Apple bottom-m’s on my ass (crispy)
Chevy truck parked in the lot with bout 5-0 stacks of my cash (fifty)
Ain’t gotta tell you what's in my cup (whiskey)
Might be sum, but I ain’t drunk (tipsy)
Keep the pressure tucked
Don’t excite me
I’ll make it spray from the trunk (misty)
Think I know what you’re looking for
I promise I got what you want
Just in a crooked-letter font yeah

I ain’t a city girl
I’m from the outskirts
Southside, ATL out-of-towner
Backpack, you can set it on the counter
Big racks, you can be my money counter
Ain’t from around here yeah
Have you swimming like a flounder yeah
If you need a lil pouncer
My Kitty King like a double-quarter pounder yeah

They say I put the Yee to the Haw
Yo girl got you crying at yo mee-to-the-maw’s
Ain’t heard? I be moving like I’m free from the law
Shotgun got me rocking like a see-to-the-saw, and it see in the dark
Got a God, her name Christina
My middle name is Tina
Go down for some water, have you sipping on sangria
I can take you on the road
Maybe do a do-si-do
Keep a horse on my back so we'on’t need a rodeo
Think I know what you’re looking for
I promise I got what you want
Just in a crooked-letter font

I ain’t a city girl
I’m from the outskirts
Southside, ATL out-of-towner
Backpack, you can set it on the counter
Big racks, you can be my money counter
Ain’t from around here yeah
Have you swimming like a flounder yeah
If you need a lil pouncer
My Kitty King like a double-quarter pounder yeah
I ain’t a city girl
I’m from the outskirts
Southside, ATL out-of-towner
Backpack, you can set it on the counter
Big racks, you can be my money counter
Ain’t from around here yeah
Have you swimming like a flounder yeah
If you need a lil pouncer
My Kitty King like a double-quarter pounder yeah

Outskirts

Roach Killaz

Roach Killaz (feat. Bob the Drag Queen & Monét X Change)

Ambitious

FMU feat. Skinnyfromthe9

Written by Noah Davis, Nicole Timms, Matt Ferree, Austin Armstrong
Produced by Matt Ferree

Better Than Ur Ex

24.
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PhD (Pretty huge Dick)

King Kitty