House2House lyrics

(Intro: D Sprite)
Oh boy, he did it again
This is a certified classic
This a certified classic I swear
Yeah
Okay

[Verse 1: D Sprite]
Like a badass kid, I’m playing no games
Watch me go Ludacris, get the f*ck out my way
Tryna have a house with a pool and a f*cking maid
Got some secrets I’ma have to take to the f*cking grave
Like I liplock your b*tch, she got some jawlock
This sh*t going crazy, yeah no sh*t Sherlock
She ain’t from Thailand but all she knows is Bangkok
Nutting in your b*tch meanwhile you j*rking in a sock
You the PornHub, Hot Pocket kinda type
10k followers, how you get like 30 likes?
sh*t talking in the booth, now I got a dirty mic
b*tch I’m not a plumber, what the f*ck you mеan you want some pipe?
Anybody ahead of mе, I’m on your f*cking ass
Puff puff puff b*tch, no I didn’t forget to pass
b*tch I’m cutting up like this some f*cking arts and crafts
When God made your b*tch face, yeah he must have had a laugh
Ha, b*tch I’m just having fun with this sh*t
If you think you f*cking with me, yeah then you dumb as a b*tch
Pure ecstasy I’m like damn this the best that it gets
Bro Simone Biles with the work, yeah he make it flip
Told the engineer handle this sh*t with some oven mitts
Brodie got a CPL, yeah he got a public hip
Should’ve named your last EP “All f*ckin Skips”
Didn’t even say a f*cking word, my pants unzipped
[Verse 2: 3SDeeno]
I ain’t gotta say a f*cking word, now she eating di*k
I’m finna send that b*tch up on the road, but it ain’t for a trip
If she ain’t finna give the head, she finna give the lip
If this b*tch keep playing with my head, I’m finna crash this whip
Told D Sprite I’m bout to hit the Mitten, let’s get some f*cking money
Muhf*ckas mugging in the club, they always looking funny
Opp hiding, they bouncing house to house, just like a f*cking bunny
I’ll pull up with this f*cking K and I’ll get you running
Like a stuffy nose
Spray em down til they wet like a f*cking hose
At Solid Gold with some b*tches not some f*cking hoes
Sweating in the club I think I need a change of clothes
I’ll never drop a dime but I’ll drop four nickels
DistroKid cheque just came in, I just copped four pistols
30 clip hanging out this Glock, I call that sh*t a pickle
Drop some hot sh*t up on the opps like a f*cking missile
Drop some hot sh*t up on the opps like a f*cking pizza
Painted on my b*tch face like the Mona Lisa
Wrestling my new b*tch raw like a f*cking diva
Off the Wok I lean hard like the Tower of Pisa
The sh*t I’m sipping muddy as f*ck, I’m bout to get stuck
Bumblebee the whip so when we slide you finna get stung
My b*tch just said “We ran outta woods” she better get some
Light gelato up and close my eyes I’m on the damn sun
[Outro: 3SDeeno]
I’m really high as f*ck
Ha
What up D Sprite
This is a certified classic
Deeno & Friends you know
This sh*t a certified classic