PORN b*tch lyrics

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[Intro]
(Perfect!)
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah

[Pre-Chorus]
Yeah, bussin' out her pus*y in a trap house
f*ck her real good, send her back to her dad house, uh
Hate it when a b*tch get attached now (Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no)
Whole different wave, hold on, wait, n*gga, back down, uh
Lovin' this feelin' I'm gettin' from stackin' this paper, it could skyscrape (Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no)
Lovin' the feelin' I'm gettin' from f*ckin' your girlfriend on the first date (Oh, no, no, no)
She hate me now 'cause I'm too, uh, conceited (Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no)
But lovin' the feelin' she get when I'm f*ckin' a check up on her birthday (Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no)

[Chorus]
My momma told me I'll be great
While I'm pickin' up the trash, I'm rappin' (Rappin')
If a n*gga want a feature, I need fifty more K
f*ck a b*tch from out of state with a accent (Oh, no)
I'm lovin' the way that you tearin' me down
The pressure of love keep on wearin' me down (Oh, yeah)
I'ma run to a check, make a broke n*gga frown
I'm in love with this water, I'm wet, I'ma drown (Oh, no)
Yeah, yeah, if a n*gga want a feature, I need fifty more K
I been runnin' out of space, all the racks in my bank (Ooh, uh, oh)
f*ck her in the stu', bust a nut on her face (Uh, oh, uh, oh, oh)
The b*tch ain't smart, but she love how I think
Suck on her tits in this GLE tank
This lil' b*tch like the money, I'm floodin' the bank (Ooh, uh, oh)
Yeah, I know that you tired, but don't run away (Uh, oh, uh, oh, oh)
[Verse]
I don't want no lip
Suck on my di*k like a porn b*tch (Porn b*tch)
Smoke retarded like a rasta
My b*tch redder than a martian (Martian)
So unbelievable
Shawty so thick, pus*y beatable, eatable
I'm settin' trends, unrepeatable (Uh-uh-uh)
We move like the army, we teamin' them poles (Ooh, no)
I'm steppin' on n*ggas, don't care to compete wit' 'em
Run up on me and my gang, we bleedin' 'em
And we holdin' some choppers like chains, we keepin' 'em
All around me is hate, I don't care, I ain't need 'em
And we sippin' on potion, ain't sippin' on Beetlejuice
Haha
I'm a real rockstar, I'm a real rockstar
You should know by now, no pretendin'

[Pre-Chorus]
Yeah, bussin' out her pus*y in a trap house
f*ck her real good, send her back to her dad house, uh (Ooh, yeah)
Hate it when a b*tch get attached now
Whole different wave, hold on, wait, n*gga, back down, uh
Lovin' this feelin' I'm gettin' from stackin' this paper, it could skyscrape
Lovin' the feelin' I'm gettin' from f*ckin' your girlfriend on the first date
[Chorus]
My momma told me I'll be great
While I'm pickin' up the trash, I'm rappin' (Rappin')
If a n*gga want a feature, I need fifty more K
f*ck a b*tch from out of state with a accent (Oh, no)
I'm lovin' the way that you tearin' me down
The pressure of love keep on wearin' me down (Oh, no)
I'ma run to a check, make a broke n*gga frown
I'm in love with this water, I'm wet, I'ma drown (Oh, no)
Yeah, yeah, if a n*gga want a feature, I need fifty more K
I been runnin' out of space, all the racks in my bank (Ooh, uh, oh)
f*ck her in the stu', bust a nut on her face (Uh, oh, uh, oh, oh)
The b*tch ain't smart, but she love how I think
Suck on her tits in this GLE tank
This lil' b*tch like the money, I'm floodin' the bank (Ooh, uh, uh, uh)
Yeah, I know that you tired, but don't run away (Uh, oh, oh)
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