No credit is just like bad credit
You want it, then, yeah, go have at it
Ion't really wanna go halves on it
No, I ain't really ever like matching niggas
This isn't a boy band
No, nigga, I ain't your mans
Bitch, that goes for you, too
I ain't on the gram
I be going ham
But, no, I don't eat it, ay
She wanna wrestle, I slam
But she think I cheated, ay
Hit it a bunch, and I leave it, ay
Only come back if I need it, ay
That really don't ever happen, doe
She suck me up while I'm sleepin', ay
That little bitch is my demon, doe
Yeah, she eat all my semen, ay
That little bitch is a monster hoe
Yeah, I caught that bitch creepin', ay
I wear that girl every season
Just like a t-shirt
She call her mom for no reason
She was like, "My feet hurt"
Meanwhile we in a seven-seater
Hit the homerun like I'm Jeeter
I got her singing a classic
You know iambic pentameter
My homeboy, he happily cuffed
He won't bring his bitch around, won't let me meet her
She must be a keeper
Awaken all of my sleepers
No credit is just like bad credit
You want it, then, yeah, go have at it
Ion't really wanna go halves on it
No, I ain't really ever like matching niggas
This isn't a boy band
No, nigga, I ain't your mans
Bitch, that goes for you, too
I ain't on the gram
I be going ham
But, no, I don't eat it, ay
She wanna wrestle, I slam
But she think I cheated, ay
Hit it a bunch, and I leave it, ay
Only come back if I need it, ay
That really don't ever happen, doe
She suck me up while I'm sleepin', ay
That little bitch is my demon, doe
Yeah, she eat all my semen, ay
That little bitch is a monster hoe
Yeah, I caught that bitch creepin', ay
I wear that girl every season
Just like a t-shirt
She call her mom for no reason
She was like, "My feet hurt"
Meanwhile we in a seven-seater
Hit the homerun like I'm Jeeter
I got her singing a classic
You know iambic pentameter
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No credit is just like bad credit
You want it, then, yeah, go have at it
Ion't really wanna go halves on it
No, I ain't really ever like matching niggas
This isn't a boy band
No, nigga, I ain't your mans
Bitch, that goes for you, too
I ain't on the gram
I be going ham
But, no, I don't eat it, ay
She wanna wrestle, I slam
But she think I cheated, ay
Hit it a bunch, and I leave it, ay
Only come back if I need it, ay
That really don't ever happen, doe
She suck me up while I'm sleepin', ay
That little bitch is my demon, doe
Yeah, she eat all my semen, ay
That little bitch is a monster hoe
Yeah, I caught that bitch creepin', ay
I wear that girl every season
Just like a t-shirt
She call her mom for no reason
She was like, "My feet hurt"
Meanwhile we in a seven-seater
Hit the homerun like I'm Jeeter
I got her singing a classic
You know iambic pentameter
My homeboy, he happily cuffed
He won't bring his bitch around, won't let me meet her
She must be a keeper
Awaken all of my sleepers
No credit is just like bad credit
You want it, then, yeah, go have at it
Ion't really wanna go halves on it
No, I ain't really ever like matching niggas
This isn't a boy band
No, nigga, I ain't your mans
Bitch, that goes for you, too
I ain't on the gram
I be going ham
But, no, I don't eat it, ay
She wanna wrestle, I slam
But she think I cheated, ay
Hit it a bunch, and I leave it, ay
Only come back if I need it, ay
That really don't ever happen, doe
She suck me up while I'm sleepin', ay
That little bitch is my demon, doe
Yeah, she eat all my semen, ay
That little bitch is a monster hoe
Yeah, I caught that bitch creepin', ay
I wear that girl every season
Just like a t-shirt
She call her mom for no reason
She was like, "My feet hurt"
Meanwhile we in a seven-seater
Hit the homerun like I'm Jeeter
I got her singing a classic
You know iambic pentameter
You want it, then, yeah, go have at it
Ion't really wanna go halves on it
No, I ain't really ever like matching niggas
This isn't a boy band
No, nigga, I ain't your mans
Bitch, that goes for you, too
I ain't on the gram
I be going ham
But, no, I don't eat it, ay
She wanna wrestle, I slam
But she think I cheated, ay
Hit it a bunch, and I leave it, ay
Only come back if I need it, ay
That really don't ever happen, doe
She suck me up while I'm sleepin', ay
That little bitch is my demon, doe
Yeah, she eat all my semen, ay
That little bitch is a monster hoe
Yeah, I caught that bitch creepin', ay
I wear that girl every season
Just like a t-shirt
She call her mom for no reason
She was like, "My feet hurt"
Meanwhile we in a seven-seater
Hit the homerun like I'm Jeeter
I got her singing a classic
You know iambic pentameter
My homeboy, he happily cuffed
He won't bring his bitch around, won't let me meet her
She must be a keeper
Awaken all of my sleepers
No credit is just like bad credit
You want it, then, yeah, go have at it
Ion't really wanna go halves on it
No, I ain't really ever like matching niggas
This isn't a boy band
No, nigga, I ain't your mans
Bitch, that goes for you, too
I ain't on the gram
I be going ham
But, no, I don't eat it, ay
She wanna wrestle, I slam
But she think I cheated, ay
Hit it a bunch, and I leave it, ay
Only come back if I need it, ay
That really don't ever happen, doe
She suck me up while I'm sleepin', ay
That little bitch is my demon, doe
Yeah, she eat all my semen, ay
That little bitch is a monster hoe
Yeah, I caught that bitch creepin', ay
I wear that girl every season
Just like a t-shirt
She call her mom for no reason
She was like, "My feet hurt"
Meanwhile we in a seven-seater
Hit the homerun like I'm Jeeter
I got her singing a classic
You know iambic pentameter
Writer: Christopher McLeod
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