Lyrics
I'm back, yeah I hope you bitches missed me
Pussy is wet, so she ride it like a jetski
Uh, yeah I try to stay cautious
She a bad bitch but she's askin' for raw sex
Naw, I don't want that right now
Got a baddie on the pill who I'd rather pipe down
Told that thotty not to make a sound
Knew that wouldn't work cuz I'm the mayor of PoundTown
Woah, now she tryna undress me
One or two tugs on the dick don't impress me
I'ma stay cool, if I sneeze you bless me
Don't test me, I'll kick your balls like Messi
Uh, yeah that ass fantastic
I only drop hits, call me Mr. BoomBastic
When I pull up all these hoes go spaztic
The way she crunch my pickle you would think it was Vlasic
Wrote a song about head now it's topping charts
I maul her coconuts, not talkin' Mario Kart
She keeps track of her cycle with a flowchart
She the Lisa Simpson to my Bart
Ooh! Scratch that, they're siblings
She ain't no Curry but she still be dribbling
She hit me up, we did a genital handshake
I may not be a baker but I sure know how to pound cake
Way she is so gentle
Got me feelin' sentimental
We stay young and dumb and classy
All these girls want to get nasty ay
I just need some space now
Come on sugar don't you worry
So much pussy in my face
My vision startin' to get blurry
Can't fuck on a dyke
Nigga I ain't no fish bitch
Fucking on your wife got me feeling like Rich Rich
Lean in my cup so you know I'm finna sling dick
Dropped my damn vape boutta try to rip a fish stick
(While higher than a motherfucker)
Yuh, and I'm young, dumb, and classy
My name ain't fuckin' Johnny so it's best not to test me (Test me)
Double protein but I only want the tit meat
Ask her how she want it
"Down my throat in the backseat"
Got the job and the hoe, ain't got the time for a lame nigga
Pull up to the spot and you know I'm slamming dick in her
Touching her patella
Make me creamy like Nutella
Got police inside my area
Fuck a bad girl that's a (Ahh)
Pulled up to the crib, fucked a hot dog toaster
Shawty called me up but she know I'm 'bout to ghost her
Worn out pussy, bad bitch diagnoser
Nigga's off-key, kind of hard to get Grosser
Break new records
Yeah dude, we're hitting unknown territory with this one
Way she is so gentle
Got me feelin' sentimental
We stay young and dumb and classy
All these girls want to get nasty ay
I just need some space now
Come on sugar don't you worry
So much pussy in my face
My vision startin' to get blurry
(Ayo)
Gas prices up so my bitches have to carpool
Won't slip up unless I'm trippin' on the toadstool
One, two, three rips from the vaporizer
Don't get morning wood, I'm not an early riser
Sipping my lemonade
Balls look like hand grenades
Baddie with a fatty
But I bought her on the prepaid
You could call her Asian how she loud in the hallway
Boys in the crib, but you know it ain't broad day
She reek of a dime, well that's common sense
She protestant cuz she could never give up meat for lent
Fifteen inches total girlies know it's overwhelming
When they cycling between us, shawties oughta wear a helmet
Swimming like a Zora in that soaking wet Majora
Your girl gave me fuego head like she be Dora
I'm gainin' this brain like I trade shares in Quora
Got me feeling like Lucario with all of this aura
Girl sat on the base now she feelin hella groovy
Bouta chef it up, make this girl a dick smoothie
Her Titties have wifi with all that bandwidth
Put it in a bun, make that girl a dick sandwich
Got a reputation, girlies know that we can lay pipe
Just call up your mother she can tell you what it feels like
Shawty got an ass, so of course she gonna flaunt it
Also got a dildo but you know we gonna pawn it
Got a french girl in my bed cuz she want my wee-wee
Stretch the pussy out, leave that bitch a little leaky
Way she is so gentle
Got me feelin' sentimental
We stay young and dumb and classy
All these girls want to get nasty ay
I just need some space now
Come on sugar don't you worry
So much pussy in my face
My vision startin' to get blurry
Eli Houdyshell, Lane Hedglin, Trapper Simmers
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