Winner winner chicken dinner
Bitch want that four finger
This about to be a fillet
Shit getting too risque
Oh my god yelling mayday
This about to be my payday
Blowing shit up like Bakugo
You better run, hoe
Going too fast
Not in last
Bring the racks
Telling me I'm never getting stacks
Don't make me laugh
Bitch I'm on the M.A.P.
Put a stamp
Don't get a cramp
Girl why your leggings so damp
Man I'm too hot
You're winning, bitch you thought
Clean this floor bring a mop
That's why I'm on top
I'm that dude
Never went to the hood
I'm just that rude
Not trying to protrude
It's just you in the prologue
I'm in the epilogue
Go rogue
Got a bitch on vogue
Yeah she on the centerfold
Got a pic of her in your bed frame
You jerking off while I got her
Running so fast like a f*cking blur
Call me the flash, about to make a dash
Drinking this shit with sour mash
Yo poor man here's some cash
Man I make it splash like water
This girl trying to go and holler
Gotta tie her down with the collar
I just need another bottle
No, I don't need a role model
Going in this shit full throttle
I just wanna see how you wattle
I see all that cock you gobble
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Winner winner chicken dinner
Bitch want that four finger
This about to be a fillet
Shit getting too risque
Oh my god yelling mayday
This about to be my payday
Blowing shit up like Bakugo
You better run, hoe
Going too fast
Not in last
Bring the racks
Telling me I'm never getting stacks
Don't make me laugh
Bitch I'm on the M.A.P.
Put a stamp
Don't get a cramp
Girl why your leggings so damp
Man I'm too hot
You're winning, bitch you thought
Clean this floor bring a mop
That's why I'm on top
I'm that dude
Never went to the hood
I'm just that rude
Not trying to protrude
It's just you in the prologue
I'm in the epilogue
Go rogue
Got a bitch on vogue
Yeah she on the centerfold
Got a pic of her in your bed frame
You jerking off while I got her
Running so fast like a f*cking blur
Call me the flash, about to make a dash
Drinking this shit with sour mash
Yo poor man here's some cash
Man I make it splash like water
This girl trying to go and holler
Gotta tie her down with the collar
I just need another bottle
No, I don't need a role model
Going in this shit full throttle
I just wanna see how you wattle
I see all that cock you gobble
Bitch want that four finger
This about to be a fillet
Shit getting too risque
Oh my god yelling mayday
This about to be my payday
Blowing shit up like Bakugo
You better run, hoe
Going too fast
Not in last
Bring the racks
Telling me I'm never getting stacks
Don't make me laugh
Bitch I'm on the M.A.P.
Put a stamp
Don't get a cramp
Girl why your leggings so damp
Man I'm too hot
You're winning, bitch you thought
Clean this floor bring a mop
That's why I'm on top
I'm that dude
Never went to the hood
I'm just that rude
Not trying to protrude
It's just you in the prologue
I'm in the epilogue
Go rogue
Got a bitch on vogue
Yeah she on the centerfold
Got a pic of her in your bed frame
You jerking off while I got her
Running so fast like a f*cking blur
Call me the flash, about to make a dash
Drinking this shit with sour mash
Yo poor man here's some cash
Man I make it splash like water
This girl trying to go and holler
Gotta tie her down with the collar
I just need another bottle
No, I don't need a role model
Going in this shit full throttle
I just wanna see how you wattle
I see all that cock you gobble
Writer: Michael Vega
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