Erik DotComme - DOTCOMME GIRLS

Hol' up wait a minute
Imma put my dick up innit
I won't stop until I finish
I'm that muh'fucka
Word to my children
Break the ceilin'
Make ya millions
They don't like me
They can get used to the feelin'
I'm the villain
Big
Bad wolf
I blew up all the piglin's
And the houses
That they made
With bricks 'n' pigeons
Hittin' licks
We stay jiggin'
I'm a dawg
You a broad
Who you kiddin'
I'm big pimpin'
Simpletons don't get it
Even if The Simpsons could predict it
That's the truth
Y'aint got the teeth for it
Barley got a tooth
I had the sauce since I been sippin' Juicy Juice
I feel this way and I ain't even touch the Goose
I'm so cocky she gon' let me come and roost
Her pussy bomb Imma have to light the fuse
But if it's bad I'm gone prolly chunk the deuce
Cut that bitch off
Next caller
Bih'
Aye
Hol' up wait a sec
DotComme get my pussy wet
Imma do as he say
When I need my guts wrecked
Yuh
DotComme be the daddy
To the baddies
Skinny minnies
And some fatties
Ole girls wish they still had me
Wanna feel me
Tryna grab me
From the East Coast to the Valley
D
O
T
Comme Girls
Is fine girls
Got the bustdown diamond pearl
Money on they mind
On they grind
That's my kind of girl
Girl
Girl

Written by:
ERIK MARTINEZ

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