Letras
(Yeah)
Keep it going
I don't like it quiet on the set
Might get a little wet
If you get a little loud for me
I'm the king, I'm the best
Triple 8 on my neck
I'ma pull up, give it what it's supposed to be
I'm doing what I'm supposed to be
That's why she getting real close to me
I'm doing what I'm supposed to be
That's why she's getting real close to me
Yeah, yeah
Big winner, I'm a winner winner
Chicken and cheese, that's my chicken dinner
I fuck it up, I drink your blood, I cover it in glitter
I say goodbye to Jesus Christ, an honorary sinner
Yeah, and if if the bitch looking grime
I know the little bitch ain't worth my fucking time
I pulled up to the function
I was already on her mind
But if she playing with them boys
Then she ain't fucking mine
Yeah, she must be out of her mind
I'm slicker than slime
I do this all the time
She said she feeling looney
It must be a sign
Then I had to deny her, then she cried
I feel bad this time
Maybe it was just the wine
She doing spells
She got a shrine
She praying, "Looney, be mine
Be mine"
Well, what if I would rather die
"Please, be mine"
Well, what if I would rather die
She was just a test bitch
Now I'm moving on, I'm moving better to the next bitch
To the left bitch
She was eating all my cheese and cabbage
Animalistic, a savage
I'ma get bitter like radish
Rabid as hell, bitch
Sticky with the blicky, yeah I got this
Wanna see a freaky freaky intellectual bad bitch
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha