Songtexte Dahmer - xtsy*

Yeah, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Take 'em down, tell me you ready (Yeah)
Uh, tell me you ready
Take 'em down, tell me you ready (Yeah)
Uh, tell me you ready
She got the noodely legs, spaghetti
Cartier, Cartier, in love with the fetti
I got the wok and the triss my belly
Fourty and over, I'm lookin' for betties
(Yeah, Looking for Betties on god)
I'm lookin' for groupies and slutsies, baby
(Yuh)
I'm blockin' your phone, when my nut done, baby

(Yeah, Oh Yeah!)
She love bankroll cash, man (Cash)
Hold on, this my last stand
Think I need a thottie again (Yah)
Think I need a roster again (Sluts)
I beat it up when it's Ramadan (Allah)
Eatin' the skin up like dahmers son
She pullin' up finna Dahmer sum (Dahmer Sum)
She pullin' up, got the bad intentions in mind
My hoe's one of a kind
I got the bitties that put any niggas in line
Marriage with suit and a tie
She got the bald head pitbull
I hit it bloody, it look like a ritual
Beat it up, look like mucus and tissue
She always complainin' and cryin' 'bout issues, oh, yeah

She wanna fly-out Bahamas
She wanna match pajamas
We never dated, she act like we just was
Yeah, look at your face card
Why we catfishing in the crib?
Like why are we catfishing in the
Why are you catfishing in the crib?
Yo, she like stop
Lets Stop
Lets Stop
I feel a bloody spill on God
She say that when I'm in the mood
You think I care, no I do not
I'm like a vampire on soul
I don't go out on day on God
I feel like Superman on bro
'Cause I just saved another-

Yeah, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Take 'em down, tell me you ready (Yeah)
Uh, tell me you ready
Take 'em down, tell me you ready (Yeah)
Uh, tell me you ready
She got the noodely legs, spaghetti
Cartier, Cartier, in love with the fetti
I got the wok and the triss my belly
Fourty and over, I'm lookin' for betties
(Yeah, Looking for Betties on god)
I'm lookin' for groupies and slutsies, baby
(Yuh)
I'm blockin' your phone, when my nut done, baby

(Yeah, Oh Yeah!)
She love bankroll cash, man (Cash)
Hold on, this my last stand
Think I need a thottie again (Yah)
Think I need a roster again (Sluts)
I beat it up when it's Ramadan (Allah)
Eatin' the skin up like dahmers son
She pullin' up finna Dahmer sum (Dahmer Sum)
She pullin' up, got the bad intentions in mind
My hoe's one of a kind
I got the bitties that put any niggas in line
Marriage with suit and a tie
She got the bald head pitbull
I hit it bloody, it look like a ritual
Beat it up, look like mucus and tissue
She always complainin' and cryin' 'bout issues
Oh Yeah