uajerk

prod.junglegud

lyrics:
Sippin’ on water, sippin’ on deer
Ion give a fuck, yeah I’m sippin’ a beer
Oh my god, my skin real clear
Ion give a fuck, now I’m breakin’ her hip

Look at my girl, it’s gettin’ hot in here
Clean up my cum wit’ ya tongue like damn
Balenciaga on my bitch, too trim
Boutta have sex till the lights go dim

Bitch so bad, she look like Kim
Take off her bra and she wearin’ that Skims
Uh, yeah, I’m steppin’ in Timbs
Fuckin’ so hard that I’m breakin’ her ribs

No latex, but we had two kids
When my girl went single, I had to call dibs
Horse with a stick and it’s called Trojan
Rub on her butt with some lotion

Look at his bitch ass, no motion
Boy so stiff, he move like Ken
Hung up the phone like my name was Ben
Too many digits in the bank like ten

Boy want an ounce so I said like “when?”
Slid on the beat like my name Penguin
My girl crazy like Harley Quinn
Work for ya boy like his name Alfred

Me and my girl like Daphne and Fred
She said she never been in a Benz
Flex on her while I flex my bands
This no sitcom, we not friends

Walkin’ around like I own the land
Suck me so good, she dont use no hands
Cookin’ this shit, I don’t need no pan
Dive in the coochie, I rub my hands

Lick both lips while I make my M’s
Slept on a yacht and I woke up like damn
Pants half off and I still feel slammed
Up in the party and they play my jam

Play “Get Busy” by Yeat, that bell
Lean make him dizzy, get slow like snail
Bad-ass habit, I bit my nails
Just like a taco, we got them shells

So much money like the end of a well
Drugs is a curse and I hate that spell
Call me on dumb shit, lose my cell
Hair look good, I don’t need no gel

Hit my Geekbar, Ion feel too well
Money so big like the size of a whale
Live in my cell, I don’t need no bail

How I keep my pants up? (belt)
How I keep my racks up? (wealth)
Gotta stay masked up (stealth)
Put you in a casket (dealt)

I love myself the most
I can see why she keepin’ me close
I don’t know why they think that I’m broke
They be comedians, they be a joke

Diamonds on Viviane, they be on froze
Run from the cops feel like Usain Bolt
She start to smile when I grab by her throat
he stealin’ the swag that they put on they notes

my face (prod. BeatsByNyce)

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