[Intro]
[Verse 1: Jay Gudda]
Look, peep the vernacular, suck me like Dracula
Back of the Acura, no room to back it up
No room for actin' up, I don’t be actin' tough
I just be hackin' up shit
Heart black as my lungs, they be matchin' and shit
But hoe, kiss me with tongue 'cause it matters, li'l bitch
Naw, I ain’t mad at you, bitch, you’re just average as fuck
Now I’m mad that I hit, let me have my li'l fit
John Cena can’t see me when I’m in the zone
Hotheaded as fuck, there’s no climate control
Skiing her slope, she abominable
Wants me to play a more dominant role
Oh, shorty, go home, I don’t got time for this
You blew me off, but I blеw your mind with this
I know what kindness is, you just be blind to it, bitch
Dwayne couldn’t hit this rock bottom
Jay Tatum, takе a look what I taught ‘em
Everything fall like autumn
I ain’t gotta get ‘em, I got ‘em
I hit her with the stunner one time
Hit my number, then I went and did a number one time
I can get up under them thighs
Make ‘em clap like we done made thunder one time
O-K-C, she was wetter than Seattle one time
See, that was sunshine
But now it’s me time, see, this is pre-prime
Little nuts, and my granny like a little pecan
I’m a little freak, mom
Little crazy, but you need to keep calm
Tom Brady, I wanna throw deep bombs
Act an ass, and she say, "Hee-haw"
[Break]
[Verse 2: Jay Gudda]
Peep how I paraphrase, suck me like Sara Jay
Pussy from Paraguay, I don’t get scared away
I just get carried away, beast like I’m Wanderlie
Andale, andale, you just a bantamweight
I could make Santa wait, I got no hand to shake
I’m on my phantom shit, still like my Fanta straight
Still on Montana shit, I think my plan is great
Make your bitch stand in place, ouu
Promise that she like that shit too
She fuck me, then she write a haiku
When in red I’m feeling like I’m Ryu
Everything you do, I do times two
Don’t try to take a shot at my crew
You’ll need a bible, and a four five too
Two by four to his head piece
Now I got a little head peace
Red piece bustin’ on my bed sheets
And we used to be besties, then my ex left me
Now the skeeze bless me
I’m a sleaze, God, bless me
Sometimes I think God might have messed me up
Then I think God never messin’ up
Bitch, tell me if I’m wrong, I’m a mess or what?
Suck my dick when I’m gone, I ain’t dressin’ up
That pussy boy a fraud, straight fessin’ up
We done came too far, I ain’t lettin’ up
Don’t leave shit up in the car, they ain’t gettin’ us
I ain’t gotta raise the car, I just set it up
Dawg, call me when there’s facts
I ain’t chattin’, I ain’t tryna have it, I’m not hittin’ you back
And I don’t owe you jack, shit
I be fuckin' on Jill, and she rollin' on pills
Oh, what a thrill, fuck her, then peel
Hop in the shower, I’m feelin' like ew
Roll me a woody, I’m feelin' brand new
Walked in on my neighbor all Winnie the Pooh
Fucked her to sleep, I ain’t had shit to do
She said it was weak, in a week I’ll be through
And again in a week I’ll be through, true
[Outro]
[Verse 1: Jay Gudda]
Look, peep the vernacular, suck me like Dracula
Back of the Acura, no room to back it up
No room for actin' up, I don’t be actin' tough
I just be hackin' up shit
Heart black as my lungs, they be matchin' and shit
But hoe, kiss me with tongue 'cause it matters, li'l bitch
Naw, I ain’t mad at you, bitch, you’re just average as fuck
Now I’m mad that I hit, let me have my li'l fit
John Cena can’t see me when I’m in the zone
Hotheaded as fuck, there’s no climate control
Skiing her slope, she abominable
Wants me to play a more dominant role
Oh, shorty, go home, I don’t got time for this
You blew me off, but I blеw your mind with this
I know what kindness is, you just be blind to it, bitch
Dwayne couldn’t hit this rock bottom
Jay Tatum, takе a look what I taught ‘em
Everything fall like autumn
I ain’t gotta get ‘em, I got ‘em
I hit her with the stunner one time
Hit my number, then I went and did a number one time
I can get up under them thighs
Make ‘em clap like we done made thunder one time
O-K-C, she was wetter than Seattle one time
See, that was sunshine
But now it’s me time, see, this is pre-prime
Little nuts, and my granny like a little pecan
I’m a little freak, mom
Little crazy, but you need to keep calm
Tom Brady, I wanna throw deep bombs
Act an ass, and she say, "Hee-haw"
[Break]
[Verse 2: Jay Gudda]
Peep how I paraphrase, suck me like Sara Jay
Pussy from Paraguay, I don’t get scared away
I just get carried away, beast like I’m Wanderlie
Andale, andale, you just a bantamweight
I could make Santa wait, I got no hand to shake
I’m on my phantom shit, still like my Fanta straight
Still on Montana shit, I think my plan is great
Make your bitch stand in place, ouu
Promise that she like that shit too
She fuck me, then she write a haiku
When in red I’m feeling like I’m Ryu
Everything you do, I do times two
Don’t try to take a shot at my crew
You’ll need a bible, and a four five too
Two by four to his head piece
Now I got a little head peace
Red piece bustin’ on my bed sheets
And we used to be besties, then my ex left me
Now the skeeze bless me
I’m a sleaze, God, bless me
Sometimes I think God might have messed me up
Then I think God never messin’ up
Bitch, tell me if I’m wrong, I’m a mess or what?
Suck my dick when I’m gone, I ain’t dressin’ up
That pussy boy a fraud, straight fessin’ up
We done came too far, I ain’t lettin’ up
Don’t leave shit up in the car, they ain’t gettin’ us
I ain’t gotta raise the car, I just set it up
Dawg, call me when there’s facts
I ain’t chattin’, I ain’t tryna have it, I’m not hittin’ you back
And I don’t owe you jack, shit
I be fuckin' on Jill, and she rollin' on pills
Oh, what a thrill, fuck her, then peel
Hop in the shower, I’m feelin' like ew
Roll me a woody, I’m feelin' brand new
Walked in on my neighbor all Winnie the Pooh
Fucked her to sleep, I ain’t had shit to do
She said it was weak, in a week I’ll be through
And again in a week I’ll be through, true
[Outro]
( Jay Gudda )
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