bbyafricka - mission complete lyrics
[intro]
who the h+ll is
yeah, hey, hey
who the h+ll is carlo?
hey, hey
[verse 1]
i used to suck it in the back of the lyft
how you have three kids and still ain’t got no hips?
d+mn, i’m mad as h+ll, i missed the code to the safe
if a n+gga trust me, he gon’ learn today
i’m shy but i’m still a hoe just for you
n+ggas [?] like the rubber loose
b+tches think that they can rap, it’s givin’ dr. seuss
and tell that skinny ass n+gga, he need to drink the booze
[?] b+tch the one, but she was number two
i’m finna [?] like sixty phones and play my sh+t on repeat
i’m tryna wakе a b+tch tomorrow, mission complete
i just f+cked your favoritе n+gga, mission complete (ha)
[chorus]
bust in your mouth like a [?]
you thought the rhymes was enough, but i need more head
he started moanin’, told him, “sing to me, paolo”
ain’t gotta lie to me, baby, i know you down low
when n+ggas shootin’, you the type of n+gga to drop it low
you ain’t the big homie, you n+ggas singin’ to the store
i’m on preheat sh+t, i ain’t even turn the oven on
i’m tired of these rap n+ggas tryna assist me
[verse 2]
trick ain’t get no p+ssy, made him [?] weak
booty [?] let me take a peek
i wrote his name out on my p+ssy, blood is stuck with me
i had to cut that n+gga off when he put on the checks
you like a lil africka but i’m a deluxe
i got your n+gga cheesin’ at his phone at dinner with you
the player got five more minutes ‘fore i shoot the coupe
i stuck that hand under my toe and do a loopty loop
you pop the beat and tryna f+ck, i’m finna beat your ass
i see my opp but it’s nothing, hope they can run fast
i’m in [?] back then wash my p+ssy in the sink
i know this n+gga love me, ’cause he love me hit the link
that d+ck was all up in my stomach like a parasite
i just seen your new b+tch, man, that was a scary sight
he f+ck my wig off, so i rode her with my fitted on
i’m on n+ggas who got the same bread, prada cologne
[chorus]
bust in your mouth like a [?]
you thought the rhymes was enough, but i need more head
he started moanin’, told him, “sing to me, paolo”
ain’t gotta lie to me, baby, i know you down low
when n+ggas shootin’, you the type of n+gga to drop it low
you ain’t the big homie, you n+ggas singin’ to the store
i’m on preheat sh+t, i ain’t even turn the oven on
i’m tired of these rap n+ggas tryna assist me
[verse 3]
when i was showin’ love, they wasn’t tryna work with me
with n+ggas on my d+ck, now they think it’s up for me
but i ain’t signin’ unless i got enough to fifteen
but i ain’t signin’ unless i got enough to fifteen
before you try to start with me, make sure you know who i am
i’m like carrie, i got gifts [?] you dead
i shoot, but i won’t k!ll you, leave you with a [?]
[chorus]
bust in your mouth like a [?]
you thought the rhymes was enough, but i need more head
he started moanin’, told him, “sing to me, paolo”
ain’t gotta lie to me, baby, i know you down low
when n+ggas shootin’, you the type of n+gga to drop it low
you ain’t the big homie, you n+ggas singin’ to the store
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