[Verse 1] Eating on an Adderall, wash it down with alcohol Writing holy mackarel, actual all factual Out for the capital, matador ya capsules Hassle the bitch in a castle with the ill grapples Tackled her asshole, my dick was like a lasso Fucked her in her mouth she washed it down with Tabasco
[Verse 2] You softer than Flanders' son Don't make me put hands on son Jump niggas like "Fuck one on one." Used to be locked up watching One on One Young Kyla Pratt was looking thick, nigga wanted some But soon as I got out white bitches by the tons
[Verse 3] I fuck bad bitches to Stacy Lattisaw While you niggas got blue balls like a Avatar Eating caviar in El Salvador She running from my dick like it's a bull and she the matador She a pregnant labrador Said my metaphors are the highest caliber
[Verse 4] I spit hard, you hallmark card poets So many lines, you can bar code it She like to lick it on the head while she slow stroke it Ocean in her panties and I'm 'bout to float through it Rewind this and just smoke to itTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
