[Hook: SMG]
Oh. Submarines
Love me for my fame and the money in the chain, like
Oh. Collared greens
Go away
Make it rain rain when she
Drop that
Uh
...Two ain't enough
Not one, maybe try three;
Countin' on a baker's dozen, buzzin'
Uh
Lookin' like she might
Lickin' her
Thicken me
Gon' be sailin' all night, right
[Verse 1: SMG]
Somewhere in the middle
MJ, you should
Warn her, bro
Bad in the mirror
Saying, "How fly's this negro?"
She under-stand. Be-have
Yeah, she under Stans, top Lees
Ass like Iggy, gotta Marvel, make a nigga wanna squeeze
Take it to the last drop
Treat me like a lemon
Head
Until a bitch is fuckin' brain dead
Then we position to Christians
Switch it up to farmers
Only the point fit, like Chalmers
Skeet from the window to the wallflowers
Your friend look like Emma;
Tell her go in on me too
Jumpin' on it like a bitch Eden
I ain't even bring fruit
But this ice around my neck is wreckin' checks, just get respect, know chick gon' peck, now she on deck, that's dat shit'll break ya neck
Woo-ya...!
Wanna get hooked by the captain
But no smee, cause you know me, this ain't no
Nick likes Weenie
When put her on top
Say thank you, Mrs. Knowles
Ice dragon
Ice king
Ice cold
Collared Greens
[Hook: SMG]
[Verse 2: SMG]
Surfboardt...
Grindin' on that wood...
Got that naughty naughty
If you got that good good
And I got that happy ending if you still want that massage
If we friends, then bring ya twin
Mix to a trois... Minaj
Hahahahahahaha
Fuck I look like, ho?
Pleeeease come with me out back, so you can eat these baby Joe..ys
(#kangarooster)
Sippin', trippin', strippin', rippin', tippin', dippin', whippin', flippin', grippin', drippin', slippin', pray to Goood that I'm forgiven
I just
Open up my chest
I just open up my mind
I just open up her dress, so I can hit it from behind
She suck and fuck
And grab my chain, say my name, say my name
Cause she know that I've been runnin' this game
Yeah, it's destiny
Still try try to get the best of me
They gotta see:
A killer like I won the fucking spelling bee
Swellin' in my collard greens
Sellin' million dollar jeans
Brought her and told her I'm packin' nine
Said, "Nigga, you must be lying"
Then dive in
[Hook: SMG]
[Verse 3: Didier]
Dirty, I need to purge
Fawning over every word
These girls don’t know the pleasure life
They could, if they would spend a night with mike
Woo, I see her there
She feel, like Phil, coming in the air
Light that chick up like Time Square
Addicted to the dick of Didier
C’mon, girls, feel the noise
Bring your friends, and leave your toys
I ain’t G.I., but I can bring you joy
Smells like fish, right, but I ain’t playing coy
There’s the nibble that I start feeling
Boom, hooked right in, so I’m reeling
I See home plate, so yeah I’m stealing
We on the floor, but my ego’s through the ceiling
Big ass wielding, Bad back healing
Relaxed chilling, my last meal and
I hear Lust does get very scary
Especially when these bitches vary
Tiny A’s, and Double Dairy’s
All these Mariah Carey’s got me wary
[Hook]
