paroles de chanson Maybe It's Maybelline Freestyle - Edwin Felter

I just wanna sip remi
While I'm fucking henny
She's a waitress
I met her when I went to Denny's
She's a black bitch
Straight from east Atlanta dog
Gave her jingle balls
Call Mr. Santa Claus
She said I couldn't handle
You cant even handle yours
I'm a ride that pussy
I don't need no handle bars
Mother fucker I'm ill
Not sick
All these bitches in my life
So toxic
Asian bitch ima
Fuck her with the chopsticks
Back in high school
I thought of women like an object
Now a days
I just treat um like an option
Hindu wisdom with the mushu
Who knew that
Lil Barbie had the Calamari
Bitch you got me fucked up
Yeah that's fucked up
Tell that hoe to shut fuck up
Yeah that's tough love
Baby girl I'm a Rockstar
Yeah I rock hard
Pop that pussy like a pop tart
I'm an all star
Cook up moves from my hopscotch
In the crockpot
I'm the new ruler of Duloc
I'm lord Farquaad
I run laps like its Nascar
From the cop car
My insurance is the general
Like Mr. Acbar
So
Why you trynna act hard
In the backyard
You got served Like a snack bar
Here's a postcard
Lightning fist I'm from Asgard
With a glass arm ha
Ima spit this hip hop
Till my lips lock
Motha fucker almost been shot
For the Ziploc
Ima go and get the big strap
Before I get caught
I'm a straight Bumboclot
I don't need no dreadlocks
I make music for the crackheads
Here's a big rock
Ima give her to the other team
Here's the kickoff
Ima need to take a pit stop
Take a piss shot
Rezcrew got the big stock
Call it GameStop ha
I just pulled up with my sauce
Damn drippy drippy uh
Baby girl you look like
You just need a good dicken uh
Call my dick Jack sparrow
Cause it broke through her Johnny Depp
I don't like getting high
Unless I'm up on a private jet