J80ThaBoomer - Child Play

This shit child play, I'm ready, Tom Brady huh (Huh)
Blunt-heavy, god-steady, glock ready, down baddie huh (Umph)
Cock savvy, she want daddy dick, no bready sticks (Nope)
Locked-in on fatty pricks (Ayy)
Grrring dem niggas they scared of me shitless
Whirring the chopper, may fly cross per diem
Naomi bitch-slap me if I don't slide in
She need that D a day no vitamin pills (Oww!)
Most niggas don't need to get it they know what I'm talkin bout
Damn it she wet right she wake up no make up she finna put dat pussy on the mouth (Ugh)
She don't want me tell her good mornin, no no, she want me show her how (Okay)
Said if I don't slide in, swallow pride in, might as well cut it out (Ouch)
Who's to say bitch, if I got the money to put in where I got my mouth (Umm)
Fuck a bitch wid a prosthetic tell her I'm never coming unless she want me coming out (Ayy! Wait, what?)
This shit child play
I'm ready, Tom Brady huh (Mm!)
Blunt-heavy, god-steady, glock ready, down baddie huh
Cock savvy, she want daddy dick, no bready sticks
Locked-in on fatty pricks
Nutter butter creamy licks
My niggas can't wait for me to blow up (Mmh)
They hate it when I'm bein such a grown up (Mmh)
It's their favorite beats that I smoke up (Hmm!)
show up when they least expect me
Throw up in every god damn room of the hotel(Gross)
They still cheer for me 'cause even then
It's all love, I can bald up, appallingly fault up,
Get buck naked with their demoiselles, involve em in a cult, cultivating a plot
Ally in robbin a vault (That's not cool)
Off of Marshall
Come home in his worn out bathrobe
With a duffels worth of his jotters
Sing a lullaby on my way out to his daughters
(They'll still love me)(Why?)
This shit child play, I'm ready, Tom Brady huh
Blunt-heavy, god-steady, glock ready, down baddie, huh
Cock savvy, she want daddy dick, no bready sticks
Locked-in on fatty pricks

Written by:
Abhinav Jethi

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