Shi2certie - Fairy odd parents! (feat. tresarchives) Lyrics

Yeah
Yeah, shawty wearin' pink
She look like Timmy Turner
Yeah, I keep me a stick

Yeah, I keep a burner
This lil' bitch too sensitive
I don't wanna hurt her
Gucci man, I got my ice on, screamin' burn

What the f*ck is an NBA team
Bitch, I'm called the Spurs
This thick bitch tryna play me
I might f*ckin' curve

If she keep doin' that
Put her ass up in the dirt
Make a clothin' brand
Put her blood on her shirt

Yeah, hoes on my dick
Yeah, she ridin' like a bike
Yeah, thug life
I been on this shit, she look tike

Yeah, sippin' on that wok
Yeah, that shit got that lil' nigga right
And I keep her blama
Pussy nigga, I don't fight

Yeah, I'm on the chase
Pussy nigga, I don't stop at lights
Christmas lights, f*ckin' on your bitch
She like a Christmas type

Side bitch, checkin' on my lo
She wonder where I'm at
Even grabba leaf, luh nigga
Nigga, I don't do the black

I don't smoke the black in milds
Bitch, what you take me for
You not gon' be my sidekick
Bitch, you just a ho

I need me a bad bitch
Sittin' on the 50 floor
Eatin' hibachi, I need a bad bitch
And stay on go

Put the Glock up in your purse, baby
When the cops come
It got a red beam
And a micro sight

And it got a drum
Never mind
Put a Glock out
When the 12 come

Dusted two times
Dumped the whole clip
We tryna blam somethin
Blam somethin

Gotta switch up on my Glock
Lil' nigga, it's gon' spam somethin
Shootin' through car doors and walls
Lil' nigga, you can't stop nothin

Yeah, I'm heated up
Finna call your baby mama over
Now I'm finna beat it up like Michael Jackson