a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

your stepdad - sandbox lyrics

sandbox lyrics
[intro: your stepdad]
yeah, i just touched her booty (b+tch)
ayy, i just touched her booty, shorty hit my— (eh, uh, oh, ayy)

[verse 1: your stepdad]
i just touched her booty, shorty call me handsome
and when she walk around with that cake, it make me put my hands up
b+tch came out of my school, i ain’t know she was a dancer
she said her boyfriend’nem a shooter, b+tch, i’ll beat your mans up
b+tch, i’ll f+ck your plans up, talking bout she can’t stand us (huh)
treat your man like a bully, stuffed his head in sandbox
his b+tch call me tarzan, we be swinging the dreadlocks (ayy)
she’ll do d+mn near anything, y’all ain’t in no wedlock

[verse 2: vellydagoat]
better put your b+tch on watch, i can’t help, you wifed the thot
what you mean it’s my fault ‘causе i hit your girl? i’ma stick it outside the box
should’ve known shе had the racks, a n+gga pressed about another n+gga tryna get the spot
i don’t even want the ho ’cause that coochie hot, but on the real, she’ll get to the bop
talking ’bout some sneaky links, shorty, get this in your mind, stop wasting my time, talking ’bout you needed me
but it’s stuck in the blind, you texting me, blowing my line, talking ’bout you needed me
n+gga dumb as a b+tch, you really that sick about cat? brodie, relax
he probably aim fast, but i’m too in love with the racks, i need me a bag

[verse 3: your stepdad and vellydagoat]
she so independent, you can drop your mans, i’ll be so condescending
don’t you leave your n+gga ’til you really know you ’bout that business
if you scared to make some gains, stay and put that pocket fitness
lately, i got deeper in my hustle, n+gga, not some b+tches (ayy, look)
most of my b+tches grown, they see me moving on my own (yeah)
how come all these average b+tches pop up as i blow? (ayy)
maybe, i should just settle, give this white shorty the bone (ayy)
[verse 4: vellydagoat]
told them hoes i blew up, they don’t know how to screw up, man, i bet they hate that
got the old ho’s in my phone right now talking sh+t, act like they ate that
they be mad when i say some’ bad, they be on they ass, now they want they plate back
or they mad that their boyfriend broke, on a downhill slope, and he work at shake shack
b+tch, i’m that n+gga, what the f+ck you mean i don’t got no green when you know i’m worth six figures?
tryna act like a bougie ho, you are delusional, something ain’t right ’bout that image
had to get sh+t straight for the record, big enough for you to see in the guinness
only here for the fame, you trying to hard for a name, so stop with the gimmicks

[outro: vellydagoat]
this motherf+cker must be stupid
like, you thought i was dumb or some sh+t, you thought me and doowop was dumb or some sh+t?
get your mind right, crazy (why didn’t you pay for this beat, though?)

- your stepdad lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS