no assist - mariahlynn lyrics
[chorus]
okay, i’m ballin’ on these b*tches, i don’t need an assist
i got a little bitty waist with some big ol’ tits
and if you wanna be my man you gotta be on my d*ck
you know if i don’t get my way i throw a big ol’ fit
i got caresha on my wrist, the jeweller peed on the sh*t
the dj play this in the spot and they repeatin’ my sh*t
i ain’t cleanin’ up ya crib but i clean up d*ck
screamin’ f*ck ’em other hoes, they don’t be on sh*t
[verse 1]
b*tch stop
high class p*ssy, he gon’ f*ck me like a thot
he payin’ for the p*ssy like i opened up shop
watch me shake that ass, watch me make this p*ssy pop
chopper in his pants, b*tch, i’m tryna get shot
when it come to players with the bag she got options
i just want hitta that don’t mind a lil’ shoppin’
thuggin’ with a attitude like he out of compton
bottega on the boots, i ain’t steppin’ b*tch, i’m stompin’
got the type of p*ssy turn the bed into a pool
got the type of head that f*ck your head up like a fool
he got in his feelings but that’s dead against the rules
had me round his b*tch and got her thinkin’ we was cool
call him big daddy but he not my f*ckin’ father
grown ass man suck my titties like a toddler
first he crack me open then he eat me like a lobster
i suck him up like pasta gangster
[chorus]
okay, i’m ballin’ on these b*tches, i don’t need an assist
i got a little bitty waist with some big ol’ tits
and if you wanna be my man you gotta be on my d*ck
you know if i don’t get my way i throw a big ol’ fit
i got caresha on my wrist, the jeweller peed on the sh*t
the dj play this in the spot and they repeatin’ my sh*t
i ain’t cleanin’ up ya crib but i clean up d*ck
screamin’ f*ck ’em other hoes, they don’t be on sh*t
[verse 2]
b*tch wait
when i’m in the spot i need my bottles by the case
drink my liquor straight but i’m a b*tch you gotta chase
he think it’s his b*day, he just tryna eat the cake
please don’t waste my time, i don’t even got a waist
i ain’t got a man but these ballers do be on me
he gon’ spend it all, that’s his choice so it’s beyond me
he just tryna fly me out and f*ck me by the palm trees
i’ma suck his soul, turn him right into a zombie
knockin’ off his socks, i probably get a pair of shoes
got the type of p*ssy that ain’t never needed lube
ever got some head from a neck that’s full of jewels
that sh*t have you feelin’ like you’ll never ever lose
call me big pressure ‘case that’s all that i’m applyin’
i ain’t got no problem understandin’ the assignment
he gon’ eat the p*ssy every night, he on a diet
he got this p*ssy cryin’ gangsta
[chorus]
okay, i’m ballin’ on these b*tches, i don’t need an assist
i got a little bitty waist with some big ol’ tits
and if you wanna be my man you gotta be on my d*ck
you know if i don’t get my way i throw a big ol’ fit
i got caresha on my wrist, the jeweller peed on the sh*t
the dj play this in the spot and they repeatin’ my sh*t
i ain’t cleanin’ up ya crib but i clean up d*ck
screamin’ f*ck ’em other hoes, they don’t be on sh*t
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