F*ck a chorus
I can't follow structure
I'm the queen of destruction
Pop so hard it puncture
Not a clip, it's a production
I'm the master of dysfunction
I control your man like a puppet
Please don't make assumptions
I'm a bad bitch, no discussion
I'm a bad bitch, your man love it
She walked in, he was buttering my muffins
She walked in, right after I started coming
At first was pissed
Now she crying, huff and puffing
I had to sit her down and tell her
Look here pumpkin
I'm sorry, but your man a demon in my dungeon
I'm sorry, but your man a demon when he f*cking
He tried to put a little baby in my oven
I'm not gon' hold him to it, but he really cuckin
It's not your fault
All these boys are up to something
It's not your fault
I gave him a little ruckus
He a dick, but at least he gave me butt kiss
He a dick, dead to me, kick the bucket
I'm down to fight him
You can call me Sam Puckett
Told me I'm a snack
So he better get to munching
Told him dick game wack I let him eat but I won't hump him
I can't trust these LA boys
They can't tell me nothing
Bunch of f*cking nerds
They all look like McLovin
He a pick me
I'm a picnic
You wanna be toxic
Then end up with a bad bitch
He not the center of attention
Now he panic
He got a beta male complex
Need a xanax
He play games. cause he think he got advantage
Watch
I'ma make his homeboys get romantic
If I want em, I can have em
He can't stand it
I'm elite
The bitches he f*ck are average
Heifers want the smoke
But they asthmatic
Hoes flipping out
Can't even do gymnastics
Can't compare
What's a remake to the classic?
Where the hoes
I'm on my Blanche Devereaux
In my silk satin robe
Diamonds on me feel ice cold
You know I'm always good to go
Actually how would he know
Cause his dick can't even grow
Got to kick him out the door
HANNAH DOLLA$, do it better
I got motion, Johannes Kepler
Put me on the stage
I'm roasting all the hecklers
Now I'm back up in the lab
Feeling like Dexter
I'm a boss, don't you remember
New man I'm f*cking look like Ryan Sheckler
Shut the f*ck up
Bullshit lies and your tiny dick
F*ck off, with
Your bullshit lies and your tiny dick
HANNAH DOLLA$ - SAM PUCKETT Lyrics
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English
F*ck a chorus
I can't follow structure
I'm the queen of destruction
Pop so hard it puncture
Not a clip, it's a production
I'm the master of dysfunction
I control your man like a puppet
Please don't make assumptions
I'm a bad bitch, no discussion
I'm a bad bitch, your man love it
She walked in, he was buttering my muffins
She walked in, right after I started coming
At first was pissed
Now she crying, huff and puffing
I had to sit her down and tell her
Look here pumpkin
I'm sorry, but your man a demon in my dungeon
I'm sorry, but your man a demon when he f*cking
He tried to put a little baby in my oven
I'm not gon' hold him to it, but he really cuckin
It's not your fault
All these boys are up to something
It's not your fault
I gave him a little ruckus
He a dick, but at least he gave me butt kiss
He a dick, dead to me, kick the bucket
I'm down to fight him
You can call me Sam Puckett
Told me I'm a snack
So he better get to munching
Told him dick game wack I let him eat but I won't hump him
I can't trust these LA boys
They can't tell me nothing
Bunch of f*cking nerds
They all look like McLovin
He a pick me
I'm a picnic
You wanna be toxic
Then end up with a bad bitch
He not the center of attention
Now he panic
He got a beta male complex
Need a xanax
He play games. cause he think he got advantage
Watch
I'ma make his homeboys get romantic
If I want em, I can have em
He can't stand it
I'm elite
The bitches he f*ck are average
Heifers want the smoke
But they asthmatic
Hoes flipping out
Can't even do gymnastics
Can't compare
What's a remake to the classic?
Where the hoes
I'm on my Blanche Devereaux
In my silk satin robe
Diamonds on me feel ice cold
You know I'm always good to go
Actually how would he know
Cause his dick can't even grow
Got to kick him out the door
HANNAH DOLLA$, do it better
I got motion, Johannes Kepler
Put me on the stage
I'm roasting all the hecklers
Now I'm back up in the lab
Feeling like Dexter
I'm a boss, don't you remember
New man I'm f*cking look like Ryan Sheckler
Shut the f*ck up
Bullshit lies and your tiny dick
F*ck off, with
Your bullshit lies and your tiny dick
I can't follow structure
I'm the queen of destruction
Pop so hard it puncture
Not a clip, it's a production
I'm the master of dysfunction
I control your man like a puppet
Please don't make assumptions
I'm a bad bitch, no discussion
I'm a bad bitch, your man love it
She walked in, he was buttering my muffins
She walked in, right after I started coming
At first was pissed
Now she crying, huff and puffing
I had to sit her down and tell her
Look here pumpkin
I'm sorry, but your man a demon in my dungeon
I'm sorry, but your man a demon when he f*cking
He tried to put a little baby in my oven
I'm not gon' hold him to it, but he really cuckin
It's not your fault
All these boys are up to something
It's not your fault
I gave him a little ruckus
He a dick, but at least he gave me butt kiss
He a dick, dead to me, kick the bucket
I'm down to fight him
You can call me Sam Puckett
Told me I'm a snack
So he better get to munching
Told him dick game wack I let him eat but I won't hump him
I can't trust these LA boys
They can't tell me nothing
Bunch of f*cking nerds
They all look like McLovin
He a pick me
I'm a picnic
You wanna be toxic
Then end up with a bad bitch
He not the center of attention
Now he panic
He got a beta male complex
Need a xanax
He play games. cause he think he got advantage
Watch
I'ma make his homeboys get romantic
If I want em, I can have em
He can't stand it
I'm elite
The bitches he f*ck are average
Heifers want the smoke
But they asthmatic
Hoes flipping out
Can't even do gymnastics
Can't compare
What's a remake to the classic?
Where the hoes
I'm on my Blanche Devereaux
In my silk satin robe
Diamonds on me feel ice cold
You know I'm always good to go
Actually how would he know
Cause his dick can't even grow
Got to kick him out the door
HANNAH DOLLA$, do it better
I got motion, Johannes Kepler
Put me on the stage
I'm roasting all the hecklers
Now I'm back up in the lab
Feeling like Dexter
I'm a boss, don't you remember
New man I'm f*cking look like Ryan Sheckler
Shut the f*ck up
Bullshit lies and your tiny dick
F*ck off, with
Your bullshit lies and your tiny dick
Writer: Hannah Dallas
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid