Mr. Mime (Popeye's Biscuit)
Shawty fine
Just wanna make her mine
Toe the line
Come here and ride this nine
I can read your mind
Psychic type mr mime
You stole my heart
Fuck you mean that's not a crime
Shawty fine
Just wanna make her mine
Toe the line
Come here and ride this nine
I can read your mind
Psychic type mr mime
You stole my heart
Fuck you mean that's not a crime
Damn I should arrest you
Back of my mind want to undress you
Sex you
Consensually carees you
I'm better than your ex and I'm better than your next dude
If It's wet Imma swim
She trembling it's just some ice cubes
Pussy got me writing poetry
I call her haiku
I can get get it gushy no problem that's what I do
I can take you from desert all the way to a typhoon
Okay lemme stop bragging
The hoes call me iroh cause I spit it like a dragon
Come here lil mama lemme drag yo wagon
Yes I think I'm hot shit babygirl thanks for askin
Beat the pussy up fuck that bitch Carol Baskin
And ya nigga ain't shit
It's a compliment to call him a has been
But you know I run the game bitch I'm Lamar Jackson
And I just killed the beat im gone absent
Shawty fine
Just wanna make her mine
Toe the line
Come here and ride this nine
I can read your mind
Psychic type mr mime
You stole my heart
Fuck you mean that's not a crime
Shawty fine
Just wanna make her mine
Toe the line
Come here and ride this nine
I can read your mind
Psychic type mr mime
You stole my heart
Fuck you mean that's not a crime
Damn
I'm so exquisite
My words just keep flowin just like they liquid
She say you get her pussy wet so I gotta lick it
Then she give me brain till I'm popeyes biscuit
She think that I'm drained but baby I'm sadistic
So I drill it in her guts till she addicted
And I'll wife her up like Will Smith did
Still got my entanglements so don't get it twisted
These niggas unlisted
Cause I fucked all they bitches
I be rapping slow cause a nigga don't want no tickets
Bitches talk shit till you put dick in they kidneys
Im so taletned believe it or not Mr. Ripley
Flow crispy
Take that bullshit and miss me
Got a bunch of hoes telling me they miss me
These the same hoes that use to walk around and diss me
But since they seen me pimpin
And they see the chicks I'm dickin
I got hoes lining up the block tryna have my children
Shawty fine
Just wanna make her mine
Toe the line
Come here and ride this nine
I can read your mind
Psychic type mr mime
You stole my heart
Fuck you mean that's not a crime