Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Shloob
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Daendre Lawson
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
2forwOyNE
Producer
Pete Iskander
Producer
Lyrics
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Pretty thing, pussy stay bald
Look like Mr. Clean
Baby girl, FaceTime on my phone
When she flick her bean
What ya mean?
Why u fall in love when she for the team?
All u needs a couple hundred dollars she’ll suck ya clean
Where ya father?
Fuck it where ya momma?
She just like her daughter
Got a problem I ain't slowin' down less I'm seeing commas
Fuck the humble, gon head pop ya shit, it’ll take u farther
Lost my dollars tryna play smarter for this go around
ATL, do my dance like joc, when its going down
Everybody out here for theyselves, fuck im holdin down?
Sober cobra, let the Mary pass when it go around
Fuck a door, knockin like jehovas when they come around
Fuck em once
Fuck fuck em twice
**** fuck em all
Imma shooting star, if I land, it’ll leave a mark
Thinking bout moving to New York, I wont need a car
DND, if ain’t no money i wont see ya call
Who i'm kidding?
I'm her favorite yapper
I'm her favorite eater
Say a prayer for i go and please her
I'm her favorite preacher
Freaky girl, put my hand inside her like she cousin skeeter
Dark ****, fuckin with that white girl i got jungle fever
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Good ****, swagger like a villian I'm just loui livin
2nd street bridge to Indiana tryna dodge that ticket
Westend baby, grew up right on hale just to be specific
where ya manners? I don’t want that coochie u got dirty dishes
I ain’t trippin, u do what u do? I'm gon mind my business
Heres the plan, first you find some money, then you’ll find them bitches
Day n night, ain’t no other lie, that I'm tryna live
Look at me?
Fuck i gotta lie?
I ain’t tellin fibs
Sorry baby need me a couple ms before i have some kids
I'm with chop smokin out the QP ain't no quantum phys
Summers over, gettin close to fall, bitch
I gotta ball
You a loser
Ain’t nobody cooler
This ain’t dragon ball he a shooter
I mean a hooper
He play basketball fumbleruski
Imma drop the ball ain’t no cash involved
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Written by: Daendre Lawson