Lyrics
When I was on tour
She loves fucking whores, you fucking whore
Fucking slag bag, thought that you were more
That's what I fucking thought, you fucking thot
Can't believe I thought that you were different
Fuck her, you can have her
It doesn't matter, I already had her
Moving shit, she's badder
Ass fatter
Put it on a platter
And lemme it beat it up like
In half an hour
On a flower
Austin powers
Groovy in the shower
Told a bad bitch behave
I can have four in like three days
Don't think I wanna come down soon
Waved up like monsoon
Bad man big mon chune
And Goddamn I knew
I knew no doubt, no doubt
You just wanted fuck me for my clout
I knew no doubt, no doubt
I finally got you figured out
Damn damn, what a damn shame
Ram, ram on a rampage
Gram grams to my damn face
Xan, xans 'til I'm insane
Fuck all that time I wasted
Fuck going out and getting wasted
I might just go psychotic, smoke all the chronic
Psychedelics at the cottage
Do all the narcotics
Swim swimming in the bad bitch, doing aquatics
I got white and black sluts, brown with the round butts
And I got them all around us
I can't get them off my brown nuts
I'm getting litty in my city
Bitch I'm litty in my city in real life
Yeah I got options
Baskin Robbins
Vanilla pum pum killa and a very strawberry
Jake Aujla, Ramy Abdel-Rahman
Society of Composers, Authors and Music Publishers of Canada (SOCAN)