Ford Anastasia - Beechwood Blonde Lyrics

Yeah, Uh
Ford Anastasia
Anastasia I
Damn she the one
Goddam, Goddam

Yeah, f*ck yo boyfriend on my mama
Yeah, that boy ride around in a honda
Yeah, I really wish his daddy woulda wore a f*cking condom
Tryna be in a condo with a bad bitch sniffin' Pablo
An-An-And my new bitch bad
My bad, I didn't mean to boast
I knew it would make you mad if you seen her in my post
I ain't never gon' try to hit you up again
I'd rather stick to what I know like Windows 10
And yeah I got those windows tinted
Ridin' with a bad bitch she used to be a lesbian
Now I got her back wantin' men
And the hotel rented
I got money I'ma spend it
Im'a throw these ones up until my bank account deplenish

Ay! Damn! That bitch magic like a wand (Uh, Uh)
Now I'm back wantin' to f*ck with the Beechwood Blonde like
Oh my God! (Goddam!)
Oh my God! (Goddam!)
How did I even get here? (Huh?)
You know exactly why we're here
To f*ck some shit up (Goddam!)
Yeah, I'm tryna f*ck sum'n
Who tryna do sum'n?
Im'a throw it up, you gon' back it up or sum'n?

With a lightsaber I'm on a skyscraper
I got DXM and M and E too
In NYC I'm on the way to the ICU
On the west end, hella lesbians
She say that she love me whatever that is
Bitch tell me again, avoidin' bein' sober like it's a sin
Ten big bottles by the boat load
Ten big bitches gettin' f*cked in the asshole
Jus' got high so I can feel good while I'm bangin' that ass ho
Damn, I'm a f*ckin' asshole
You need a rest, huh?
Rockin' all metal like a TEC-9
I got musk like Elon
Smokin' on green stones straight out the emerald mine
Got so much gas you can call me a f*ckin' Chevron
Got the world on a USB stick
I can get you hooked on this f*ckin' dick
I can you hooked, LSD trip, yeah
Bionic like a lab rat, USB dick
We be on that P shit
We be on trees, shit
Smokin' weed bitch
That's my homies not me bitch

Ay! Damn! That bitch magic like a wand (Uh, Uh)
Now I'm back wantin' to f*ck with the Beechwood Blonde like
Oh my God! (Goddam!)
Oh my God! (Goddam!)
How did I even get here? (Huh?)
You know exactly why we're here
To f*ck some shit up (Goddam!)
Yeah, I'm tryna f*ck sum'n
Who tryna do sum'n?
Im'a throw it up, you gon' back it up or sum'n?

Beechwood, Stagecoach
Bad bitch, painted toes
I ain't tryna do nothin'
I'm just tryna have a toast
Baby doin' too much put me in a comatose
Yeah, she's a beach but I'm tryna lay up on the coast
Damn, I'm tryna get in her mouth like some pork roast
Damn, that ass fat just like some f*ckin' pork roast
Damn, she a rich bitch, I don't f*ck with poor hoes
And yeah I make art bitch, call me Andy Warhol

Ay! Damn! That bitch magic like a wand (Uh, Uh)
Now I'm back wantin' to f*ck with the Beechwood Blonde like
Oh my God! (Goddam!)
Oh my God! (Goddam!)
How did I even get here? (Huh?)
You know exactly why we're here
To f*ck some shit up (Goddam!)
Yeah, I'm tryna f*ck sum'n
Who tryna do sum'n?
Im'a throw it up, you gon' back it up or sum'n?

You gon' back it up ir sum'n?
Oh my God, Oh my God!
And yeah I make art bitch, call me Andy Warhol