Lyrics: gabriel malone
Music: gabriel malone
I like you but not as much as my brothers
Whipped my dick out, she said damn like Chris Tucker
I pull my wiener out like Butters
She like wood, want me to give her my lumber
Hit that hoe, but I didn't give her my number
She said that I'm hot, bitch, like the summer
She tryna come over, eat the dick like a cucumber
Gotta lotta stuff, wake up, my room's always cluttered
Smoke some weed, take my mind out the gutter
You not different from none of thΠ΅se hoes, it's a bummer
HΠ΅ not the boss, he a runner
Big bitch, had to pick that bitch up in a Hummer
She tryna play with my pipe like a plumber
She look through my phone like bitch, what did you discover?
She must be Adele, singing underneath my covers
Bitch got a fat butt, but her face butter
That bitch lackluster, imma still f*ck her
That boy trash, we gon put him in a dumpster
Fat bitch, I'm just playing with her flubber
My money stretch like it's made outta rubber
He talk shit, in real life, the words he would not mutter
I liked her a lot but I never loved her
Used to play baseball, I was a little slugger
She not that special, she can't make my heart flutter
You never know what they do behind closed shutters
Had to go find myself again, I had to rediscover
I like you but not as much as my brothers
Whipped my dick out, she said damn like Chris Tucker
I pull my wiener out like Butters
She like wood, want me to give her my lumber
Hit that hoe, but I didn't give her my number
She said that I'm hot, bitch, like the summer
She tryna come over, eat the dick like a cucumber
Gotta lotta stuff, wake up, my room's always cluttered
Smoke some weed, take my mind out the gutter
You not different from none of these hoes, it's a bummer
He not the boss, he a runner
Big bitch, had to pick that bitch up in a Hummer
She tryna play with my pipe like a plumber
She look through my phone like bitch, what did you discover?
She must be Adele, singing underneath my covers
Bitch got a fat butt, but her face butter
That bitch lackluster, imma still f*ck her
That boy trash, we gon put him in a dumpster
Fat bitch, I'm just playing with her flubber
My money stretch like it's made outta rubber
He talk shit, in real life, the words he would not mutter
I liked her a lot but I never loved her
Used to play baseball, I was a little slugger
She not that special, she can't make my heart flutter
You never know what they do behind closed shutters
Had to go find myself again, I had to rediscover
Bitch, I've been learning as I go, I don't need no damn instructor
Bitch want me and the guys to hit like she was a train conductor
That boy suck at making music he should put down the mic like Usher
Bitch you can not tell me what to do, you are not my mother