Shit, zilchy baby (I like it)
Uh
Groovy
Goddamn, I took my shoes off and shit
Get comfortable
I want y'all to feel at home
Southern hospitality shit
Midwest reality type shit
She already decided (she did)
So, I'm just like, "F*ck it"
Maybe I shouldn't be doin' me any more
So bubbly
Okay, huh
Soon as I walk in this bitch (I walk)
She already decided (uh oh)
She walking' up out of this bitch (she's gone)
I'm already excited (oh no)
I'm high, I'm parched in the bitch
I broke my foot in the mosh pit, then put my the arch on the list
If you don't know, don't talk to me bitch
Piss me, St. Lou chill, nigga
First ones on my hills, 'figger
Thank God for my blunt filter
More solid than all you Brita niggas
I just hired me a sous chef to make sushi for my new bae
Niggas be playin' 2K, smokin' K2 like, I hate dudes
To be honest, I'm Prada
F*ckin' no pity, and I def don't gotta
Thick bitch tell me that she just got back up
Tryna throw that back up, gotta get my ass back up
Standin' on (standin' on), standin' on (standin' on)
Standin' on, big tall bitch, lay what you standin' on
Nothin', jump, jump on a bitch and I every time stomp on it
Take a dump on it, tell her, "I'm not a stoner"
Yeah, I like when we f*ck and she drunk on it
Only call for the dick, I'm a component
Look, I'm a component
When I beat it up, leave lumps on it
(Hey, why do you do this every time? Yeah, yeah
What the f*ck, nigga)
All my friends important and my weed potent
And my whip imported and my bitch is gorgeous
Said, "The legend comin'," nigga, who you votin' for?
Bernie blunt, what you askin' questions for?
(Nigga, what you mean what am I askin' questions for?)
If she a matador I keep a mattress for her
Know she soft, don't know why she actin' hard
Pink legend, I deserve a Patrick Star, huh
And I just press to start, uh
And I just want your uh
But you can bring your heart, huh
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Shit, zilchy baby (I like it)
Uh
Groovy
Goddamn, I took my shoes off and shit
Get comfortable
I want y'all to feel at home
Southern hospitality shit
Midwest reality type shit
She already decided (she did)
So, I'm just like, "F*ck it"
Maybe I shouldn't be doin' me any more
So bubbly
Okay, huh
Soon as I walk in this bitch (I walk)
She already decided (uh oh)
She walking' up out of this bitch (she's gone)
I'm already excited (oh no)
I'm high, I'm parched in the bitch
I broke my foot in the mosh pit, then put my the arch on the list
If you don't know, don't talk to me bitch
Piss me, St. Lou chill, nigga
First ones on my hills, 'figger
Thank God for my blunt filter
More solid than all you Brita niggas
I just hired me a sous chef to make sushi for my new bae
Niggas be playin' 2K, smokin' K2 like, I hate dudes
To be honest, I'm Prada
F*ckin' no pity, and I def don't gotta
Thick bitch tell me that she just got back up
Tryna throw that back up, gotta get my ass back up
Standin' on (standin' on), standin' on (standin' on)
Standin' on, big tall bitch, lay what you standin' on
Nothin', jump, jump on a bitch and I every time stomp on it
Take a dump on it, tell her, "I'm not a stoner"
Yeah, I like when we f*ck and she drunk on it
Only call for the dick, I'm a component
Look, I'm a component
When I beat it up, leave lumps on it
(Hey, why do you do this every time? Yeah, yeah
What the f*ck, nigga)
All my friends important and my weed potent
And my whip imported and my bitch is gorgeous
Said, "The legend comin'," nigga, who you votin' for?
Bernie blunt, what you askin' questions for?
(Nigga, what you mean what am I askin' questions for?)
If she a matador I keep a mattress for her
Know she soft, don't know why she actin' hard
Pink legend, I deserve a Patrick Star, huh
And I just press to start, uh
And I just want your uh
But you can bring your heart, huh
Uh
Groovy
Goddamn, I took my shoes off and shit
Get comfortable
I want y'all to feel at home
Southern hospitality shit
Midwest reality type shit
She already decided (she did)
So, I'm just like, "F*ck it"
Maybe I shouldn't be doin' me any more
So bubbly
Okay, huh
Soon as I walk in this bitch (I walk)
She already decided (uh oh)
She walking' up out of this bitch (she's gone)
I'm already excited (oh no)
I'm high, I'm parched in the bitch
I broke my foot in the mosh pit, then put my the arch on the list
If you don't know, don't talk to me bitch
Piss me, St. Lou chill, nigga
First ones on my hills, 'figger
Thank God for my blunt filter
More solid than all you Brita niggas
I just hired me a sous chef to make sushi for my new bae
Niggas be playin' 2K, smokin' K2 like, I hate dudes
To be honest, I'm Prada
F*ckin' no pity, and I def don't gotta
Thick bitch tell me that she just got back up
Tryna throw that back up, gotta get my ass back up
Standin' on (standin' on), standin' on (standin' on)
Standin' on, big tall bitch, lay what you standin' on
Nothin', jump, jump on a bitch and I every time stomp on it
Take a dump on it, tell her, "I'm not a stoner"
Yeah, I like when we f*ck and she drunk on it
Only call for the dick, I'm a component
Look, I'm a component
When I beat it up, leave lumps on it
(Hey, why do you do this every time? Yeah, yeah
What the f*ck, nigga)
All my friends important and my weed potent
And my whip imported and my bitch is gorgeous
Said, "The legend comin'," nigga, who you votin' for?
Bernie blunt, what you askin' questions for?
(Nigga, what you mean what am I askin' questions for?)
If she a matador I keep a mattress for her
Know she soft, don't know why she actin' hard
Pink legend, I deserve a Patrick Star, huh
And I just press to start, uh
And I just want your uh
But you can bring your heart, huh
Writer: Christopher Smith Jr.
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Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing