plusxbuds - zillions lyrics
i throw you a tool
he shooting at you
i’m thumbin’ your mom
she gonna sue
your lyrics is ass
i don’t care ’bout this sh+t
i’m really fed up
don’t go into my past
i throw him a choppa
i see a bad b+tch right here
yeah
i might just go cop her
i got me some phones
i dial ’em up
i got the numbers
we cookin’ sh+t up
7 am i was f+ckin’ your love
8 am i was beatin’ that sh+t rough
you really don’t got it, to really be tough
he stayin’ quiet, he wanna bluff
i got the peppermint
supplement
everything, to make you vent
what’s going on with your mans?
why he acting like that?
d+mn i really needed a feature
couldn’t get no one so i’ll do it my self
better run to your mama ‘fore she hit you with the belt
he a d+ck rider, he like santas elf
you talking ’bout things you know you are not
f+ck it aren’t we all? (oh)
you thinking ’bout ways to f+ck on your cousin (hold up that was a little bit too true)
oh, you hittin’ it raw?
i’m thinkin’ of new ways
new waves
two ways
of gettin’ this sh+t done in a matter of days
you know what im saying? sit back and eat some lays
she circumsized my d+ck with her t++th (she what?)
throw that b+tch down, and break her spleen
adults tryna get on and f+ck on a teen (f+ck on a what?)
you know what im saying? but that’s just me
woah
woah
woah
woah
look at this dude
doing this sh+t
he young as f+ck
oh he lit
tt, let me suck them titties
bb, bounce that sh+t quickly
i don’t care ’bout no rap or no cd
she talking to me, i’m a meanie
bring it back
bring it back
bring it back
bring it back
bring it back
bring it back
bring it back
bring it back
yeah, im a b+tch
who the f+ck care
yeah, ima carry ya’
a player yeah
b+tch, ima play ya’
if he say sh+t, we’ll break him
if you say sh+t, we’ll take him
put him in the cooker, bake him
good riddance for gods sake
put him out with a choppa yeah
put him in my cup yeah
your b+tch finna get to the f+ck+in’
she keep on l!ckin’, get to the suck+ing’
people out here losin’ billions
soon i’m finna’ be makin’ millions
but if you talking ’bout b+tches, hold up wait
thats a zillion
i’m talkin’
i’m talkin’
big body benz
cartier glasses
thats my lens
see the opps on the radar
tryna see what you are made are, of
hah, hah, yeah
that’s what i told her but, she still ain’t wanna believe me
d+mn on god?
what the f+ck? what? what the f+ck is that sh+t?
big
b+tch
she a
fattie
guess what
her name is
it’s
maddie
this
b+tch
keep calling
me daddy
6:03 pm
6:03..
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