Текст песни Pumpkin Bitch - Yung Westwood

She my pumpkin bitch
She my she my pumpkin bitch
She my pumpkin bitch she my she my she my she my

She my pumpkin bitch
She my she my pumpkin bitch
She my pumpkin bitch
She my she my pumpkin bitch

Not just some other bitch
The ones you'd find in Calabasas
She down for other shit like latherin' me with molasses

Damn

They always out here shakin asses
Orange top on girl you look just so fantastic
Put my glasses on so I can focus on my passion
Fucking pumpkin bitches
Yeah I gotta keep it classic

Get that pumpkin bitch
Put her hands on her knees (on her knees)
Throw an extra twenty
Cause she got some kids to feed (kids to feed)
Get that pumpkin bitch
Drop that ass on the floor
Throw an extra fifty and she gonna pull down all them drawers

She gone suck yo dick
Cause she's a pumpkin bitch (ok)
She gone ride that dick cause she's a pumpkin bitch (for real)
She my pumpkin bitch
She my she my pumpkin bitch
She my pumpkin bitch
She my she my pumpkin bitch

Me and my homies always smoking on that pumpkin pack (what's that?)
So if you ain't from the pumpkin patch she watch you back (goddamn

What you mean you ain't been smoking on that pumpkin pack?

If you ain't got no pumpkin zaza
Boy you must be fuckin wack (ha ha ha)

Pumpkin bottom jeans, boots with the leather
You and me baby let's go ballin' together
If you tryna get all freaky for a night to remember
I got two front row seats to Smashing Pumpkins in November
(oh my God)

Get that pumpkin bitch
Put her hands on her knees (on her knees)
Throw an extra twenty, cause she got some kids to feed (kids to feed)
Get that pumpkin bitch, drop that ass on the floor
Throw an extra fifty and she gonna pull down all them drawers

She gone suck yo dick
Cause she's a pumpkin bitch (ok)
She gone ride that dick cause she's a pumpkin bitch (goddamn)
She my pumpkin bitch
She my she my pumpkin bitch
She my pumpkin bitch
She my she my pumpkin bitch

Let me ask this hypothesis (okay what do you got?)
If i had sex with a pumpkin bitch (okay)
And she had a pumpkin kid (what the fuck you saying?)
Would that make it my pumpkin?
(oh hell nah)

Ice Spice ain't got nothing on these bitches
Man they started from the ditches, then made pumpkins into something
Now they roll around in money, hol' up ain't this shit so funny
Yeah they always twerkin' on me like there's some matrimony, damn
Pimpin' so much, they should call me Scotty Bowers (oh my gah)
Hoe you know I got the power, washing out your trousers (my gah)
Bitchin' so much they should call you Katy Hearn (ah)
Hope us leave it in the glove box always gotta keep that weapon

Damn