She wanna f*ck me for commas
I got them racks in abundance
I got the 40 I shoot it
My nigga we gone make a movie
From the future I'm so groovy
You niggas just stay in the past
Off the lean acting stupid
And I stay smoking that gas
She wanna f*ck me for commas
I got them racks in abundance
I got the 40 I shoot it
My nigga we gone make a movie
From the future I'm so groovy
You niggas just stay in the past
Off the lean acting stupid
And I stay smoking that gas
I only f*ck if it's for commas
Left my ole nigga in Honda
My head so presidential
I nickname his dick Obama
I only f*ck with Presidents
Pussy so good, swear it's heaven sent
It taste like honey in peppermint
Got a sore throat gone and take a sip
Bitch I'm Bougie, Kooky, Groovy
Like an Austin Powers movie
I ain't f*cking with no groupie
Less she got fat booty
And some little pretty boobies
I might let her bring her roomie
Take a shower before they do me
Bitch I don't like sour coochie
Sour apple colored hoopty
Red bottoms look like some Ruby's
And my nigga keep a tooly
He's the Shaggy to my Scooby
Blowing out the mystery van
So much smoke, can't see my hand
Flew this Kush in from Afghan
And My plug a Taliban
You might want to grab your man
When I finish with my plan
Hope you ho's understand
It's a wrap bitch, Saran
I'm that rap bitch, THAT bitch
You gone make me snap bitch
Make me grab gat Quick
Lay yo ass out, Splat Bitch
She wanna f*ck me for commas
I got them racks in abundance
I got the 40 I shoot it
My nigga we gone make a movie
From the future I'm so groovy
You niggas just stay in the past
Off the lean acting stupid
And I stay smoking that gas
She wanna f*ck me for commas
I got them racks in abundance
I got the 40 I shoot it
My nigga we gone make a movie
From the future I'm so groovy
You niggas just stay in the past
Off the lean acting stupid
And I stay smoking that gas
Racks in abundance
I only f*ck bosses
I never f*ck runners
Call me Ms. Ross
Or Dirty Diana
Run out with yo hands up
I'm sticking up niggas
Tryna get my bands up
Might ride on his face
And pull out the handcuffs
He stuck to the bed
And can't pull his pants up
Might pull out the camera
And make us a movie
Like Debbie does Dallas
Intolerable Cruelty
I'll hold you down
As long as you do me
Just f*ck be on Mondays
But never on Tuesday's
And twice on Sunday's
But never on Tuesday's
Cause Tuesdays for tacos
And all of my Vatos
Who trying to get guapo
With Dallas Blanco
These bitches want cheddar
I just want the beef cake
These bitches should ketchup
And order the steak
I'm snatching this bread right off yo plate
Dallas Knight - LaQuinta (feat. Prince North) Lyrics
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She wanna f*ck me for commas
I got them racks in abundance
I got the 40 I shoot it
My nigga we gone make a movie
From the future I'm so groovy
You niggas just stay in the past
Off the lean acting stupid
And I stay smoking that gas
She wanna f*ck me for commas
I got them racks in abundance
I got the 40 I shoot it
My nigga we gone make a movie
From the future I'm so groovy
You niggas just stay in the past
Off the lean acting stupid
And I stay smoking that gas
I only f*ck if it's for commas
Left my ole nigga in Honda
My head so presidential
I nickname his dick Obama
I only f*ck with Presidents
Pussy so good, swear it's heaven sent
It taste like honey in peppermint
Got a sore throat gone and take a sip
Bitch I'm Bougie, Kooky, Groovy
Like an Austin Powers movie
I ain't f*cking with no groupie
Less she got fat booty
And some little pretty boobies
I might let her bring her roomie
Take a shower before they do me
Bitch I don't like sour coochie
Sour apple colored hoopty
Red bottoms look like some Ruby's
And my nigga keep a tooly
He's the Shaggy to my Scooby
Blowing out the mystery van
So much smoke, can't see my hand
Flew this Kush in from Afghan
And My plug a Taliban
You might want to grab your man
When I finish with my plan
Hope you ho's understand
It's a wrap bitch, Saran
I'm that rap bitch, THAT bitch
You gone make me snap bitch
Make me grab gat Quick
Lay yo ass out, Splat Bitch
She wanna f*ck me for commas
I got them racks in abundance
I got the 40 I shoot it
My nigga we gone make a movie
From the future I'm so groovy
You niggas just stay in the past
Off the lean acting stupid
And I stay smoking that gas
She wanna f*ck me for commas
I got them racks in abundance
I got the 40 I shoot it
My nigga we gone make a movie
From the future I'm so groovy
You niggas just stay in the past
Off the lean acting stupid
And I stay smoking that gas
Racks in abundance
I only f*ck bosses
I never f*ck runners
Call me Ms. Ross
Or Dirty Diana
Run out with yo hands up
I'm sticking up niggas
Tryna get my bands up
Might ride on his face
And pull out the handcuffs
He stuck to the bed
And can't pull his pants up
Might pull out the camera
And make us a movie
Like Debbie does Dallas
Intolerable Cruelty
I'll hold you down
As long as you do me
Just f*ck be on Mondays
But never on Tuesday's
And twice on Sunday's
But never on Tuesday's
Cause Tuesdays for tacos
And all of my Vatos
Who trying to get guapo
With Dallas Blanco
These bitches want cheddar
I just want the beef cake
These bitches should ketchup
And order the steak
I'm snatching this bread right off yo plate
I got them racks in abundance
I got the 40 I shoot it
My nigga we gone make a movie
From the future I'm so groovy
You niggas just stay in the past
Off the lean acting stupid
And I stay smoking that gas
She wanna f*ck me for commas
I got them racks in abundance
I got the 40 I shoot it
My nigga we gone make a movie
From the future I'm so groovy
You niggas just stay in the past
Off the lean acting stupid
And I stay smoking that gas
I only f*ck if it's for commas
Left my ole nigga in Honda
My head so presidential
I nickname his dick Obama
I only f*ck with Presidents
Pussy so good, swear it's heaven sent
It taste like honey in peppermint
Got a sore throat gone and take a sip
Bitch I'm Bougie, Kooky, Groovy
Like an Austin Powers movie
I ain't f*cking with no groupie
Less she got fat booty
And some little pretty boobies
I might let her bring her roomie
Take a shower before they do me
Bitch I don't like sour coochie
Sour apple colored hoopty
Red bottoms look like some Ruby's
And my nigga keep a tooly
He's the Shaggy to my Scooby
Blowing out the mystery van
So much smoke, can't see my hand
Flew this Kush in from Afghan
And My plug a Taliban
You might want to grab your man
When I finish with my plan
Hope you ho's understand
It's a wrap bitch, Saran
I'm that rap bitch, THAT bitch
You gone make me snap bitch
Make me grab gat Quick
Lay yo ass out, Splat Bitch
She wanna f*ck me for commas
I got them racks in abundance
I got the 40 I shoot it
My nigga we gone make a movie
From the future I'm so groovy
You niggas just stay in the past
Off the lean acting stupid
And I stay smoking that gas
She wanna f*ck me for commas
I got them racks in abundance
I got the 40 I shoot it
My nigga we gone make a movie
From the future I'm so groovy
You niggas just stay in the past
Off the lean acting stupid
And I stay smoking that gas
Racks in abundance
I only f*ck bosses
I never f*ck runners
Call me Ms. Ross
Or Dirty Diana
Run out with yo hands up
I'm sticking up niggas
Tryna get my bands up
Might ride on his face
And pull out the handcuffs
He stuck to the bed
And can't pull his pants up
Might pull out the camera
And make us a movie
Like Debbie does Dallas
Intolerable Cruelty
I'll hold you down
As long as you do me
Just f*ck be on Mondays
But never on Tuesday's
And twice on Sunday's
But never on Tuesday's
Cause Tuesdays for tacos
And all of my Vatos
Who trying to get guapo
With Dallas Blanco
These bitches want cheddar
I just want the beef cake
These bitches should ketchup
And order the steak
I'm snatching this bread right off yo plate
Writer: Dallas Knight
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