Your strawberry lemonade lips

Make a nigga blood pressure go drip, drip, drip

Bad hoes is the devil, like 6-6-6Bad hoes is the devil, like 6-6-6

When I got you on my mind, ain′t no room for a thot

When you layin' on my chest, ain′t no room for my heart

Girl, you know we wastin' time like tick, tick, tick

Girl, you suckin' up my time like tick, tick, tick

The bible say beatin′ my dick and killin′ is equal (Huh?)

But that don't add up (Right?), ′cause the amount of times

That I milk my shit I'll probably be considered serial (Ayy, hahaha)

Them Cocoa Puff tittie balls make a nigga balls

Fall inside of her jaws while her drawls fall

All like a nightstand in the earthquake caused

By the backstroke, dog style, all wild

Kill the pretty kitty, leave a X over its eyes like a KAWS clown

Shit! That′s a fuckin' bar

Fuck her in a ′69, that's a fuckin' car

Rolls Royce and the roof is the fuckin′ stars

Killin′ niggas every time I write like it's fuckin′ "Saw"

Leave 'em charred, leave ′em Charmander without the tail spark

(That mean that nigga dead!) Oh well, I have no fuckin' heart

Back to my banana, this brain food is why she smart

Yellow and the hat on point, it′s like a brother's Bart

Simpson, no O.J, it ain't fit so she must acquit

Take my Johnnie Cochran out and sit it on her pretty lips

Sex addict with no intent to ever quit

This what happens when you exposed to porn at the age of six

(It′s goin′ on, it's goin′ on) There's something goin′ on

(Something's goin′ on, you know it's goin' on)

Yo!

I hit him with the charm, make him put it on my arm, like

You don′t need no job when ya pussy is the bomb

Backshot, backshot, ATM, now she gone, like

You don′t need no job when ya pussy is the bomb

I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna

You don't need no job when ya pussy is the bomb

I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna

You don′t need no job when ya pussy is the bomb

If she sellin', she workin′, no lyin' (What?)

The price right? No flirtin′, I'm buyin' (What?)

Same day, airfare, I′m flyin′ (What?)

Love trappers, love rappers, love diamonds (Woo)

I got it, I give it, come get it

Birkin bags, bad bitches come with it

City girls, come count up my digits

Can't brake ′em, can't shake ′em, I live it

I8, I Robot, I never

I only, big foreigns, I pedal

She chase us, speed racer, daredevil

IDK, King Push, it's levels, yugh

Oh my god, that fuckin′ dick

Oh shit! Woo! Woo! Ah!

Like this

Your strawberry lemonade lips

Make a nigga blood pressure go drip, drip, drip

Bad hoes is the devil, like 6-6-6

Bad hoes is the devil, like 6-6-6

When I got you on my mind, ain't no room for a thot

When you layin' on my chest, ain′t no room for my heart

Girl, you know we wastin′ time like tick, tick, tick

Girl, you suckin' up my time like tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-

Woo!

She wanna lock lips, I just pulled over, made her stop it

Inside of my whip, when I′m drivin' it′s called a cockpit

Obviously, if she ride with the kid, then she givin' knowledge

Like institutions disguised in the schools and collectin′ profits

I missed

Give her the shit that she like some type of magician

My magical wand mission, this clitoris infamous

God-given, devil insidious

No condoms in the condominium

Idiot, she do this shit for any and many men or 50 Cent

Shit, I am 50 Cent, haha, word to my nigga Keem