Daddy.
At the end of the bar, I spit with the permanence
Learn I'm a curb, stop in person like third strike
Burdick dropping jaw, dropping verses
This bigger lips in person, nigger spits the verse
So earn this shit, burnish the flow into my pockets
Green, Kermit's dick
The Miss Piggy's with a string in their ass
I control them like eyes when I'm taking a glass
So if you think about this and stop thinking it fast
Cause my wolves are tanning deep and they knuckles is brass
Oh, the Miss Piggy's with a string in their ass
I control them like eyes when I'm taking a glass
So if you think about this and stop thinking it fast
Cause my wolves are tanning deep and they knuckles is brass
Bitch, tell your boyfriend that's the badness of migraine
Don't ask why my jeans flattered with these white stains
Wait, where you going? What you doing tonight? Stop running
Just want to know what you want to know, come back
Tell your boyfriend that's the badness of migraine
Don't ask why my jeans flattered with these white stains
Bitch, where you going? What you doing tonight?
Stop running, where you going? What you doing?
Bitch, Earl, Mr. Late Shift, rapist in training
Your head's about to stray, there's a clay closet, gay dick
Brace, hey, hey, Earl's a real charming racist
Birthday day, house, cake, cake, cake, bitch
Habit, habit, grab it fast and attack it, faggot
I'm above iris like I'm rapping in the attic
Yeah, I'm crouched in the basement, shout out to the greatest hit
Dirty eyes of anuses, fan-standin' rain for this
They even stand in sleep seasons and they fuckin' me bleed
Hail and fuckin' snow in the hill with fuckin' coats
They probably wear warlands, it's only one sweatshirt
You make me bow down, stay more fuckin' next to me
They probably stand in sleep seasons and they fuckin' bleed
They even hand me fuckin' snow in the hill with fuckin' coats
They probably wear warlands, it's only one sweatshirt
You make me bow down, stay more fuckin' next to me
Tell your boyfriend that's the badness of migraine
Don't ask why my jeans flattered with these white stains
Bitch, what you doin'?
What you doin' tonight?
Stop runnin', just wanna know what you need
Come back, please
Tell your boyfriend that's the badness of migraine
Don't ask why my jeans flattered with these white stains
Bitch, what you doin'?
What you doin' tonight?
Stop runnin', where you goin'?
What you doin'?
Mr. Diskin' moccasins on the fuckin' stock again
All the women's stock in all the large moth stock of Shakespeare Chopper
Unlicensed drivers in the hood
