beast_feastables_paul_prime

Touching on a tittie you can call me Donald T

Baby I'll admit it I been on a bunch of speed

Miss me love language, I aint bout that lingo

Matching bitches trauma like we playin bingo

Why they acting like the bullshit mean som

What they on homie no different than a meme song

Im drilling in your head like I'm commissioned for a theme song

Nothing but some nerdy bitches think they speaking clingon

Drillin in that pussy trying to make that double zero

Trying to make 1k, shawty short a kilo

Muffin such a bandit leave me chilli after brandy

Punch em in sockets make them iris turn all bluey

I see your girl and you, you cause a scene like issa movie

Public wit the freakout oh I notice that you act like Boogie

You been a Francis, begging it's the antics

Manipulate your way inside by arguing semantics

Baby so faceless, bout to jump her chronosphere

All these rappers racist, watch em when the curtains heel

Holding down these dime o dozens harder than a dead fawn

Like picking up a tooth pick with a fucking press on

Cooking in the kitchen at Don, no teflon

Me and nA be the twin peaks, no breastraunt

Weak boy he aint made a rack from his best song

I don't think the towel worth the rack that it rests on

Baby want the whole grain, we can call her triscuit

Boy im just a great dane, look at all my history

Needing perma ego death feed me dozens edibles

Tryin to make a quick dime off the kids, feastables