KiKi Makin - W.S.I Lyrics

F*ck you I'm gettin that w
F*ck you I'm just here to make fun of you
F*ck you I'm gettin that w
F*ck you I'm just here to make fun of you
Buckle up, my stomach is rumbling, my hunger
Is wonderful, I aint in love with you
But I'm f*ckin you up, I'm takin this dub
F*ck you I'll never be done
Sinner i f*ck like Corinne Kopfh
Cough your lady I'm in her
A winner I eat her for a dinner, I punish like principle Skinner
Done this I'm finished yah
The pinnacle of whimsical rhymes, never hit no line
But hit blunts in the back of my ride
With a couple guys, there's couples that lie to each other's thought that you loved her
Thought that a hug wouldve made it all better
Pft tut
Tryna make wetter like weatherman
I'm still as stiff as legoman, she lookin for a better man
But I'm lookin so peng man
When can I go home and wank to a waifu
Wish my dick was as big as the Eiffel
Tower,my super power lastin seventy two hours
If I cum early I'm ordering flowers
F*ck you I'm gettin that w
F*ck you I'm go just here to make fun of you
F*ck you I'm gettin that w
F*ck you I'm go just here to make fun of you
Buckle up, my stomach is rumbling, my hunger
Is wonderful, I aint in love with you
But I'm f*ckin you up, I'm takin this dub
F*ck you I'll never be done
F*ck you I'm gettin that w
F*ck you I'm go just here to make fun of you
F*ck you I'm gettin that w
F*ck you I'm go just here to make fun of you
Buckle up, my stomach is rumbling, my hunger
Is wonderful, I aint in love with you
But I'm f*ckin you up, I'm takin this dub
F*ck you I'll never be done
Law breakin my core Shakin what for
All for honeys, all for the mic
Mc the money fight, all ya need is likes
But Hopin that I may weather this storm
May severe your jaw
At heavens door Talkin to god
What up dog, got a couple questions
That I came up in a hour long detention
Call this god intervention
I aint lieing when I'm dieing gonna pray to devil
Cuz f*ck with da rebels, there's better than youths
Who Never blew it marriage, chill with the savages
And Managers and lap dancers
F*ck it if it's fat chance I'll Comin in extra large pants
Where is your man, this all bants
This is my stance no label advance
Don't hate on this man he's takin his chance
Bakin In Amsterdam nah
Makin it I gotsta man yah
Ain't got a plan, got a couple of bangers
Aint got a girl, man is a wanker
Bitch I'm gonna batter this man
Hit ya with the back of the palm
I am the man this all part of the plan
I am the man f*ck you Wakandas the clan
F*ck you I'm gettin that w
F*ck you I'm go just here to make fun of you
F*ck you I'm gettin that w
F*ck you I'm go just here to make fun of you
Buckle up, my stomach is rumbling, my hunger
Is wonderful, I aint in love with you
But I'm f*ckin you up, I'm takin this dub
F*ck you I'll never be done