lirikcinta.com
a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

​!!! (three exclamation marks) - ​bbykocaine lyrics

Loading...

[verse 1: bbykocaine]
you wanna come inside of my body
just because i let you hit
doesn’t mean you can call me
because i’m bbykocaine
and i got all of them stuck
and all these girls, they wanna f*ck
and all these boys, they wanna f*ck
because i’m bad, perfect titties
and i got a fat ass
b*tch, i’m bad
i’m modest and i’m cute, i got class
b*tch, i’m bad
you need your titties done
cause the way them titties sag
he listenin’ to charli
i can tell that boy a f*g
i can’t let him f*ck
bandsgender, set a b*tch up
got hoes waiting outside the club
dirty ass b*tch need to get in the tub
brokе hoe, she ride on thе bus
broke hoe wanna be like us
he a f*g, your boyfriend sus

[chorus: both]
i’m modest, but i still f*ck
i’m modest, but i still f*ck
i’m modest, but i still f*ck
i’m modest, but i still f*ck
i’m modest, but i still f*ck
i’m modest, but i still f*ck
i’m modest, but i still f*ck
i’m modest, but i still f*ck
i’m modest, i*i*i’m modest, but i still f—
i’m modest, i*i*i’m modest, but i still f—
i’m modest, i*i*i’m modest, but i still f—
i’m modest, i*i*i, i’m modest, but i still f*ck
[verse 2: bbykocaine]
i got that bag on me (bandsgender)
that’s why he wanna f*ck me (uh)
pretty on the outside
on the inside, b*tch you’re ugly
she a kokehead, nose stuffy
treat him like sh*t but he still love me
i don’t wanna talk, daddy f*ck me
i don’t wanna talk, daddy f*ck me (f*ck me)
i own my sh*t, f*ck a record label
p*ssy good, i don’t bring sh*t to this table (uh)
f*ck me good, now i’m disabled
you’re outdated, i’m netflix, you’re cable (b*tch)
lookin*lookin’ like a mess, hoe, shut up
in the club, yeah i’m getting f*cked up (b*tch)
look single, but a b*tch cuffed up
got a real big d*ck, yeah, i get stuffed up

[verse 3: eastside evie]
yeah, i’m getting stuffed up like a turkey
russian daddy but taking me to turkey
beat the p*ssy up, daddy come and hurt me
eat a beat up like a beef jerky
i’m modest, b*tch, you know you’re not
i’m what he need, and you’re what he got
we go to the mall, what the f*ck you got
i got two pair of heels and a big*ass watch
ride a beat like a mustang
and i eat a b*tch up like a mukbang
these hoes so broke, disgusting
pack it up, b*tch, it’s giving me nothing
i slide on the beat like a playground
arched back, ass up, and i’m face down
small top, but i’m thick from the waist down
the g*ys love me, said i got taste down

Random Song Lyrics :

Popular

Loading...