Aunt Pat

Somethin' 'bout them stars on the ceilin'

I swear I'm hypnotized on 'em

Yeah, I swear I'm hypnotized baby

I swear I'm hypnotized

Like Popeye's she got some thighs on her

(Thighs on her)

And if he slippin' we gon' slide on him (Skrrt)

Yeah, just like some tires we gon' ride on him (Skrrt)

Yeah, she pop a wheelie then she glide on me

My pockets cheesy like my aunty's macaroni

(Aunty Pat, yeah)

We get to the bread like a pack of bologna

(Yeah)

She gonna ride up on this dick just like a pony

I'ma do some tricks up on that bitch like Tony

Yeah, I can't get her pregnant, I'm just simply steppin' in

All my bitches beauty pageants, all my bitches immaculate

Bitch I'm the shit like flatulence

I got your bitch on top of the dick

She so fascinated when I say squid

(Squid, squid, squid, squid)

Believe it bitch (Believe it bitch)

Achieve it bitch

Fuck on the ho then I leave the bitch

Forehead tatted like Quan Chi

Replacin' these hoes with no warranty

All these hoes ain't guaranteed

Pockets swole like Mr. T

Nut in her she marry me

Yeah, somethin' 'bout them stars on the ceilin'

I swear I'm hypnotized on 'em

I swear I'm hypnotized baby

I swear I'm hypnotized

Like Popeyes she got some thighs on her

(Thighs on her)

And if he slippin' we gon' slide on him (Skrrt)

Yeah, just like some tires we gon' ride on him (Skrrt)

Yeah, she pop a wheelie then she glide on me

My pockets cheesy like my aunty's macaroni

(Aunty Pat, yeah)

We get to the bread like a pack of bologna

(Yeah)

She gonna ride up on that dick just like a pony

I'ma do some tricks up on that bitch like Tony

My bitch in the Olympics

My bitch study Physics

My bitch put her legs behind her head and bust a split, yeah

Moves, she gettin' plenty bread

Broke hoes need to go to jail

Pick her up like she's on sale

In her box just like some mail (Maiil)

You've got mail (Mail)

Yeah

Bitch I got ice like a penguin

I'm on fire extinguish

I want your head you genius

You won't smoke no incense

Give me space like an indent

Gas is louder than arguments

Yeah, somethin' 'bout them stars on the ceilin' (Stars in the)

I swear I'm hypnotized on 'em (I don't know)

I swear I'm hypnotized baby (I don't know)

I swear I'm hypnotized (I don't know)

Like Popeyes she got some thighs on her

(Thighs on her)

And if he slippin' we gon' slide on him (Skrrt)

Yeah, just like some tires we gon' ride on him (Skrrt)

Yeah, she pop a wheelie then she glide on me

My pockets cheesy like my aunty's macaroni

(Aunty Pat, yeah)

We get to the bread like a pack of bologna

(Yeah)

She gonna ride up on that dick just like a pony

I'ma do some tricks up on that bitch like Tony

(Stars on the ceiling)

(Hypnotized on 'em)

(Hypnotized on her)