12.PILLOW TALK
Pillow talking on the gram
Ain’t ever got no n***a pussy
Yeah I’m bout that action
Pulled up say what’s bracking
Baby love my confidence
Said that I might just be her type
Told her to get on with it
Shawty took the whole pipe
Bank noti’s blowing up my celly
Call it Kim Jong
I ordered the fried rice
And I got it with that Dim Sum
Fuck affiliating with the jakes
Fuck affiliating with the opps
Steady fornicating with lil bae
Fuck her till I feel I’m to drop
Send the add
I swear it’s bout pop
I only pop out, if your bitch involved
My new bitch badder than they Getty
Take a pic , colder than a Yeti
Paparazzi, made her pop a pose
Camcordеr, quarter bout to fuck
Timestamp, minutes from a nut
Timеlapse , I done beat her buns
Damn I always knew that I’d be the shit
My poppa told me
I would know when it stunk
See it in y’a face like skunk
Dick up in her tummy like dunk
Yeah, Yeah
Yeah, Yeah
Yeah
You pillow talking on the gram
That n***a a bitch
That n***a a pussy
Talking on the gram
But when we pull up
You stay Rookie
You talk bout band for band
Be he ain’t got none
He a Rookie
You stack up plenty mommas money
Soft just like a cookie
Don’t get mad ,I take your bitch
Yeah She love N***as who got two keys
Pillow talking on the gram
Ain’t ever got no n***a pussy
Yeah I’m bout that action
Pulled up say what’s bracking
Baby love my confidence
Said that I might just be her type
Told her to get on with it
Shawty took the whole pipe
Bank noti’s blowing up my celly
Call it Kim Jong
I ordered the fried rice
And I got it with that Dim Sum
Always knew I’d be the shit
Knew that back in high school
Balling like A Motherfucker
I ain’t talking haiku
Pull up with gang gang
Breach
You a lame N***a
Leach
N***a hang ten weak
Ride waves weekly
N***a moving sideways ,these lil N***as fruit
Told em let’s go band for band but they ain’t even got no 20 ball
Told em let’s go hat for hat but they ain’t even got no semi on
Your bitch love to fuck me , she think ima Demi god
Ain’t ever got no n***a pussy
Yeah I’m bout that action
Pulled up say what’s bracking
Baby love my confidence
Said that I might just be her type
Told her to get on with it
Shawty took the whole pipe
Bank noti’s blowing up my celly
Call it Kim Jong
I ordered the fried rice
And I got it with that Dim Sum
Fuck affiliating with the jakes
Fuck affiliating with the opps
Steady fornicating with lil bae
Fuck her till I feel I’m to drop
Send the add
I swear it’s bout pop
I only pop out, if your bitch involved
My new bitch badder than they Getty
Take a pic , colder than a Yeti
Paparazzi, made her pop a pose
Camcordеr, quarter bout to fuck
Timestamp, minutes from a nut
Timеlapse , I done beat her buns
Damn I always knew that I’d be the shit
My poppa told me
I would know when it stunk
See it in y’a face like skunk
Dick up in her tummy like dunk
Yeah, Yeah
Yeah, Yeah
Yeah
You pillow talking on the gram
That n***a a bitch
That n***a a pussy
Talking on the gram
But when we pull up
You stay Rookie
You talk bout band for band
Be he ain’t got none
He a Rookie
You stack up plenty mommas money
Soft just like a cookie
Don’t get mad ,I take your bitch
Yeah She love N***as who got two keys
Pillow talking on the gram
Ain’t ever got no n***a pussy
Yeah I’m bout that action
Pulled up say what’s bracking
Baby love my confidence
Said that I might just be her type
Told her to get on with it
Shawty took the whole pipe
Bank noti’s blowing up my celly
Call it Kim Jong
I ordered the fried rice
And I got it with that Dim Sum
Always knew I’d be the shit
Knew that back in high school
Balling like A Motherfucker
I ain’t talking haiku
Pull up with gang gang
Breach
You a lame N***a
Leach
N***a hang ten weak
Ride waves weekly
N***a moving sideways ,these lil N***as fruit
Told em let’s go band for band but they ain’t even got no 20 ball
Told em let’s go hat for hat but they ain’t even got no semi on
Your bitch love to fuck me , she think ima Demi god