Bed Or the Floor lyrics

[Verse 1]
Pop a Perc', I told her that's the last time
Girl, I'm tryna f*ck you like the last time
Heard you was f*ckin' with my opps, so I'm on bad time
Know I'ma pay for you, ain't know that you was that fine (And this beat from Cash, not from YouTube)

[Verse 2]
She so freaky, I can tell that she wan' eat me
I put CC on my b*tch, she look like RiRi
You can tell by how she look, she taste like kiwi
Real, real in the corner

[Chorus]
We can f*ck on the bed or the floor, I really do mean it
We can f*ck on the bed or the floor, I really do mean it
We can f*ck on the bed or the floor, I really do mean it

[Verse 3]
Yeah, pretty b*tches excite me
Want me to pull up, baby, just invite me
Finna text, you can find me
She keep tellin' her friends that she like me
This an LV shirt, yeah, not a regular white tee
She wanna pay for this di*k, but it's pricy
She wanna lick me up like an Icee
Is she an eater? Slightly
If I let you suck it, please don't bite me
Is she a treesha? It might be, mm
pus*y too good not to share and I'm well aware these b*tches for everybody
pus*y too good not to share and I'm well aware these b*tches for everybody
pus*y too— uh
I'm already knowin' you b*tches don't care about me, what else?
I want the badder friend, uh, I'm in my bag again, ah
Fed her some steak, the pus*y was great, now I wanna smash again
You ain't flirt with me in a while, is you shakin' ass for him?
You don't even call no more, I wanna get her fast again
I want the badder friend, uh, I'm in my bag again, ah
Fed her some steak, the pus*y was great, now I wanna smash again
You ain't flirt with me in a while, is you shakin' ass for him?
You don't even call no more, I wanna get her fast again, what else?
[Chorus]
We can f*ck on the bed or the floor, I really do mean it
We can f*ck on the bed or the floor, I really do mean it
We can f*ck on the bed or the floor, I really do mean it

[Verse 4: Payroll]
You know that I'm slime, so I say, "Slatt," yeah (What else? What else?)
She f*ckin' with a slime, so I make her say, "Slatt," yeah (What else?)
Payroll got them racks just like a racket (What else?)
I can't f*ck with none of these b*tches that's talkin' practice

[Verse 5]
She eat my di*k like a snack
Demon, she gave me that cat
Bernie, slide with a MAC
Slide in a Lambo like Bruce Wayne
Groupie b*tch, she tryna pull on my chain
I ain't Lamar,you ain't stoppin' the rain
Shootin' my shot, yeah, b*tch, I got aim
All kind of b*tches tryna give me brain
I had them hoes like Kurt Cobain
King of the jungle, I can't be tamed
She eat me up, we ain't goin' on dates

[Verse 6: Cash Cobain]
She eat me up, we ain't goin' on dates
Hold on, wait
Top-five slizzy, slept over at her place
I'm in a fast car, now I wanna race
She suck on my di*k, make me nut in her face
Like damn
Mm
Mm