Molly

I met that bad girl, her name's Molly Calling for Q's while bopping on molly Not my damn problem but she could a gone Colli Now she want f*ck with the booze and broccoli Ion want bitches like this right on me Maybe two drinks keep the whole ting holy She looking for me I'm holding her body I'm waiting three months to grab on her body Dun whining that waist then grabbing that bumper I'll see you next city and I want my jumper Maybe she love me maybe I love her Maybe I'll stop the trap before busted Sick of damn bitties and I'm sick of damn lust yeah Maybe I want something just tougher I want her on me just rougher Give her my baby I come like gusha I'm sick of damn bitties then sick of your silence Sick of damn minimum sick od damn violence Sick of damn undies sick of this virus Gov won't let me do this mileage But the whole team on South just vibing Baby got bands but she ain't got timing All these straps at my yard bad timing My baby my shooter I'm feeling the sighting Like, I got the sauce Please approach with caution Extra large portion baby I'm yamming like do extortion Maybe I'll force em I got drip that need endorsement If I stay shoreham baby I swear I'll die from boredom Whipping out like I'm touring I got the coupe, no license, it's foreign