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 #

trumpetbeat - drench lyrics

[intro]
b*tch, b*tch, b*tch, b*tch
mm, mm, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[chorus]
b*tch, pulling these bills made my pockets a strip club (what?)
givin’ me chills while she suckin’ my d*ck [?] (what, what?)
like the hotel ’cause we only get big [?] (what?)
you need some milk ’cause yo album’s a big dud, yeah (what?)
remember in high school, i used to run track (yuh)
now i just run around, leavin’ cheeks clapped (yuh)
lightning mcqueen, no, i’m never in last (yuh)
you ain’t ahead, you just ’bout to get lapped
[verse]
b*tch, i’m hard as a rock (a rock)
ain’t talking bad that i’m tuckin’ my c*ck
they sleep on me, zz how i get top (my c*ck)
get numbers all day like a muhf*ckin’ clock (tick*tock)
yeah, she asked me to hit it
want d*ck all day, man, i think she addictеd
i got that gas like i just went and sh*tted
chasin’ thеse b*lls like she playin’ some quidditch, yeah
i can make about a million metaphors just to tell you that i’m better (b*tch)
they say money talk, so b*tch, i’m fluent in cheddar
b*tch, i’m a g, i got paper like lettuce
and i am so fly you would think i drop feathers
she suckin’ my b*lls on my pole, but not teather
she don’t give no head, so i laughed and i left her
my money like youtube ads (‘tube ads)
that sh*t always double (two times)
and i make my b*tch in the ass like she always in trouble
i don’t need more hoes (no more)
but she says she a shovel (what the f*ck?)
she try to argue with me, b*tch, my d*ck is my reb*ttal (bah!)
make it clap like the beat, then it clap on my meat
make you dance on your feet then you’re straight to your knees
when i ask for the s*x, i make sure to say please
red dot on your head but you ain’t j*panese
that’s cap, what you said, like you’re speaking capanese
home alone in the mirror how i be clappin’ cheeks
last h*lla long, in that p*ssy for weeks
i’m still goin’ long, she gon’ make me sign a lease
[chorus]
b*tch, pulling these bills made my pockets a strip club (what?)
givin’ me chills while she suckin’ my d*ck [?] (what, what?)
like the hotel ’cause we only get big [?] (what?)
you need some milk ’cause yo album’s a big dud, yeah (what?)
remember in high school, i used to run track (yuh)
now i just run around, leavin’ cheeks clapped (yuh)
lightning mcqueen, no, i’m never in last (yuh)
you ain’t ahead, you just ’bout to get lapped (yuh)

- drench lyrics

Random Song Lyrics :

Popular