Sticky Bandit - SUMMER JOBS

God Motherfucking damn
Look at that pretty motherfucking officer
God Damn Girl
Girl you on fleek
Nah I got to get your phone number
What is it?
911?
God motherfucking damn
3 new jobs in the summer
one by one I never come up
Never leaving rap because I love her
Came so hot
Man you'd think I'm undercover
Turning in applications I think I'll do another
Spent my first job sweeping popcorn
Snuck out the back often locked horns
With friends that would switch Harry Osborn
Like really expected that I brought more
Aye
But fuck it
Homies could be changing like the seasons
Acting like I need to give a reason to not go blowing a secret
Sneak into the movies just to peep and leave it
Like got to know
Like got to know
4 years and I look at them damn
2 ain't even my residual plan
Sneak into as ma-ma-
Many as I can
Before they let me go
Look at them all up by the end like
Oou yeah
Oou yeah
Now I'm going down
Send 'em up aye
Run 'em up aye
Send 'em up aye
Run 'em up aye
Send 'em up aye
Run 'em up aye
Send 'em up aye
Run 'em up aye
Run it up
At this point I don't even got to ask for the sex
Seeking in your jaws in my chest
Love it when you call me the best
I've been hoping to flex you like a crest
Knowing she got the right one when she has multiple choices just like a test ah
Running around the valley trying to find the right ones
Trying to be secure enough to only pipe one
Somebody that gon' love me and got' let me bite some
Down to go to bike run and someone that like cum
That's clean bitch
Treating my city like a team bitch
Rocking my set like it's a scene bitch
Working out but I'm looking lean bitch
Baby you can find me in the Hamptons
Bout to blow your phone like a Samsung
With my money, not a mansion
Bout time my city looking lavish
Aye
Van Nuys
Sticky!
And Sticky!
Backseat

Written by:
Andrew Lezama

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