Something about them stars on the ceiling
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
And if he slipping we gon' slide on him
Just like some tires we gon' ride on him
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
Imma do some tricks up on that bitch like Tony
I can’t get her pregnant, I’m just simply steppin' in
All my bitches beauty pageants, got 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, achieve it bitch
Fuck on the hoe then I leave the bitch
Forehead tatted like Quan Chi
Replacing these hoes with no warranty
All these hoes ain’t guarantied
Pockets swole like Mr. T, nut in her she marry me
Something about them stars on the ceiling
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
And if he slipping we gon’ slide on him
Just like some tires we gon’ ride on him
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
Imma do some tricks up on that bitch like Tony
My bitch in Olympics, my bitch study physics
My bitch put her legs behind her head and bust a split (yeah)
Move 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
You’ve got mail (yeah)
Bitch I got ice like a penguin, I’m on fire extinguish
I want your head you genius, ooh don’t smoke no incense
Give me space like an indent, gas is louder than arguments
Something about them stars on the ceiling
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
And if he slipping we gon' slide on him
Just like some tires we gon' ride on him
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
Imma do some tricks up on that bitch like Tony
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