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Wendy N Becky Lyrics - Artist : Bada$$, Joey
[Joey Bada$$:]
For all the thirsty sumchins out there Beware For like the 147th take Cause when I hit it, that pussy closed for sure Like she rock that V card again She said "Joey no, don't ever hit me hard again" It's funny cause I recall, hitting the score Play calling, told her hit the floor and she started dribbling balls My game foreign, way outta line, shit make you forfeit The score like four-zip flow like faucets Grip up on that pussy like a forcep Aight, I done lost it So make ya decisions, I'm seeing my visions of double women But I play my position, in the cut like incisions This is why I'm not hot, I'm sizzling And it's drizzling hoes, flows, and dough, so Foes gonna oppose, roll stupid O's You get worn out in these clothes, plus groupie hoes Love the niño sucio lingo They be like "You rap? Oh bingo" I be like "No Inglo" I only know the language of DeNiro, I never lie They never seen a Black boy fly as high past the slash in the sky Got a gash in my eye, bleeding out Cause, when it was seeing out, was worth more than the amount Of all of the accounts, in this world I proceed to count But it's just mine and I can't find no adjustment time sweet pumpkin pie So just get in sumchin fly And you gon' be my sumchin for the night I'm in town for the day, I say it's only right, she was a fan so She left her man right where he stand yo had mad plans for joe I demanded a blow, whether her name be Wendy or she shy I just want a little Becky this is not a lie Wendy N Becky, Wendy N Becky You so sexy but you can't apex me After you done licked my testes, don't try to peck me Please respect me, don't test me Wendy N Becky, Wendy N Becky You so sexy but you can't apex me After you done licked my testes, don't try to peck me Please respect me, don't test me [Chance the Rapper:] We used to smoke nickels inside of Nichols Park I paid the piper, the pickle she used to pick apart Peppermint sticks in her middle, brittle, a little hard Cringe when she grin like the Grinch, that bitch had a little heart Neck covered in diamonds and hickies Every time I fly in her city, she buying a titty Or selling a kidney, or trying to get me To believe she's having a kid and that the kid has a mustache and raps pretty Emoji right back like damn she funny Thanking God for the shows, that's that plan B money Thinking God my moms can't be grandmummy Thanking God he ain't never make a plan B for me Choke holdin my wine glass, rock bottomin' out Rock, paper, switchblade, rap got him a house Pops got him a car, bops got him a couch Girl got him arrested, girl got him up out Don't even try to play yourself I think you need to brace yourself Don't even try to play yourself I think you need to brace yourself Don't even try to play yourself I think you need to brace yourself Don't even try to play yourself I think you need to brace yourself [Outro:] Slow down Slow your roll Cool your jets Moving way too fast Slow down Slow your roll You a bop Going ass bitch Skeezer ass bitch Lying ass, tricking ass bitch Bitch, bitch Slow your roll, bitch! |
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