Boy Bowser, Yung Babygirl - Milkshake

My milkshake brings all the bitches to the yard
My ass so fat, cause I'm large and in charge
Need a freaky hoe, one who'll eat it in the car
Never let him fuck, but I'll max his credit card
I'm driving all these boys crazy
Got 'em obsessed, imma leave the boys waiting
Now he tryna say that he wanna give me a baby
Look 'em up and down then I laugh like
Really, n*gga?
Big and pretty like I'm Lizzo
Pull up in a limo
Call me princess of the pillow
Rep the Bay, west coast, Sacramento
All these hatin' hoes watchin', got 'em sore like strepthroat
Bend it over, shake that ass if you a bad bitch
I'm on some hot girl shit, you know I'm that bitch
Don't be tryna say you with us, cause that's cap, bitch
Don't be tryna act like you know me, step back bitch!
You know this pussy better than yours
I'm a hot bitch, yeah it's better than yours
You want in? Gotta dress me in Chanel or Dior
But I still leave 'em dry, kick a bitch out the door like
You know this pussy better than yours
I'm a hot bitch, yeah it's better than yours
I'm a luxury that few can afford
And I could teach you
But I have to charge
Come swipe yo card
I need it extra large
Come swipe yo card
Cause I'm too sexy, and I have to charge
I'm warmin' it up
I keep 'em all waiting
I'm throwing it back
Makin' all them boys crazy
And if you pay me, then I could be yo lady
But I might run away with all of yo n*gga's savings!
My milkshake brings all the bitches to the yard
My ass so fat, cause I'm large and in charge
Need a freaky hoe, one who'll eat it in the car
Never let him fuck, but I'll max his credit card
I'm driving all these boys crazy
Got 'em obsessed, imma leave the boys waiting
Now he tryna say that he wanna give me a baby
Look 'em up and down then I laugh like
Really, n*gga?
I eat pussy like I'm starving
Put it on my lips, like a 'stache, Steve Harvey
Switchin' up positions, now she ride it like a Harley
Now she sayin' that she sore, but I ain't sayin' sorry
Pull up in a 'Rari, I just got head in the front seat
I put that bitch in fifth gear like its One Piece
Say they mad cause I'm fly, well I must be
And if a bitch talkin' shit, imma punch out they front teeth
She tried to get me out my Hollister jeans
Now wait, I've already written a lyric about some Hollister jeans, but all the things she doin' to me, shit is hella obscene
I mean, shit baby slow down I'm 'bout to dive deep in that pussy
Why don't we make a movie or two?
I got a room we could go to with a hell of a view, come give this dick a review
I'll guarantee that it's five star
10 out of 10, I'm the best you've had, by far
I'm tryna try yo milkshake
Imma hit yo spots, leave your legs quakin'
And you got cake, like it's yo birthday
So lose the clothes,lemme show you how to celebrate
Come get a taste, this dick'll make you pass away
I'm packin' weight, my haters think I'm aggravating
They just mad cause they know my strap game famous
Now come and show me if your ass can take it

Written by:
Sherman Regalado, Stevie DeBerry

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