Lil Whore lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, no
I think I want some more (Young n*gga world)
Want some more (808's be knockin', so you know we got a Prodlem)

[Chorus]
Mo-o-ore
Baby, we can go explo-o-ore
Rolex watch no Michael Ko-o-ors
We gotta make them do the chores
And I'm married to this rap sh*t
And don't want no divo-o-orce
I mean it from my heart
I mean it from my veins (From my veins)
I told that b*tch don't give me pus*y (808's be knockin', so you know we got a Prodlem)
It's too nasty omg baby just give me some brain
Give me some brain
Uh, I won't complain (I won't complain)

[Verse 1]
Hop in a coupe
Chop off the brain (Chop off the top)
Give me some more (Give me)
Give me your clothes
Go ahead touch your toes
And lately
It's Melly, baby (Melly, baby)
Don't act that way
Don't act like that
Dont have a fit (Have a fit)
Inside of me (808's be knockin', so you know we got a Prodlem)
Been getting guap
And nobody was-
Oh, woah, oh, baby
Drop the Porsche he just called it first degree
Free Trell, say he caught a first degree
Me and him was down here hitting burglaries
[Chorus]
Mo-o-ore
Baby, we can go explo-o-ore
Rolex watch no Michael Ko-o-ors
We gotta make them do the chores (808's be knockin', so you know we got a Prodlem)
And I'm married to this rap sh*t
And don't want no divo-o-orce
I mean it from my heart (From my heart)
I mean it from my veins (From my veins, baby)
I told that b*tch don't give me pus*y
It's too nasty omg, baby, just give me some brain
Give me some brain (Yeah)
Uh, I won't complain (Yeah)

[Verse 2]
Can't believe this sh*t done switched the whole time (Lie)
Can't believe I liked them chains the whole time(808's be knockin', so you know we got a Prodlem)
Anything you need bruh just hit my line
Shoving di*k inside all these b*tches spine
Every day I wake up with you on my mind (Mind)
At least I ain't thinking 'bout slanging iron (No we not)
I'm thinking bout the money I'm like oh shoot
3 PM gotta go do another photoshoot (Ayy)
And no patron
No Hennesy
Straight lean
I don't really f*ck with the Glock that b*tch got a red beam (808's be knockin', so you know we got a Prodlem)
I want that baby
Oh she eat the di*k like some strawberry
[Chorus]
Mo-o-ore
Baby, we can go explo-o-ore
Rolex watch no Michael Ko-o-ors
We gotta make them do the chores
And I'm married to this rap sh*t
And don't want no divo-o-orce
I mean it from my heart (I mean it)
I mean it from my veins (Yeah)
I told that b*tch don't give me pus*y (808's be knockin', so you know we got a Prodlem)
It's too nasty omg baby just give me some brain (Hey)
Give me some brain
Uh, I won't complain