lockdown

He say my bussy taste good He don't need a menu I got another trick bitch, I need to attend to So smoke it up boy, like you're smoking that green Blow it all up, like a money machine Open up wide, hand on my spine You can be the boss and Ima work overtime Beat it in the paddock, put that rollie on my wrist Made the sugar daddy buy the studio and whip I ride ride ride every car and every dick If you see me talking money then you know I'm bout that shit Made a few songs on my own, I just signed a record deal Bad as f*ck, I'm gay as f*ck, no chill, Bussy wet, give me head, get your gills Ugly ass bitch, with your fake ass heels This lockdown I won't lock down I can't hop down I'll be out in London getting cock down This lockdown I won't stop now I can't pop out I'll be out in London getting cock down "Bitch you know how much I love the D" Late night drive, Ima end up in Oslo Couldn't even try a little sample as Costco He said that I'm work of art, bitch I'm not tho? Moana Lisa, Pablo Thiccasso Hertfordshire's full of stupid cunts, Dumb ass Reeces and stupid Johns, Walking like they the shit, what you on? Fake Gucci belt with your fake loubitons (Ah), if his dick hang over his nuts on soft can he hit it from the back like? (Yes he can) But only if got that money in a stack like (Ah) Every grindr profile is begging to sex me Sometimes I do it but don't ever think you finessed me. Stay there Ride on the D from Mayfair Hey there Swallowed his babies now my tummy a daycare Do tell us Bussy fat and my lips like Ellas Some Fellas Talk so much shit that the toilets jealous This lockdown I won't lock down I can't hop down I'll be out in London getting cock down This lockdown I won't stop now I can't pop out I'll be out in London getting cock down