Butterflies lyrics

[Intro]
This is dedicated to all my girlfriends

[Verse 1: Skitz Vicious]
I'm an as*h*le
Sticking-chicken as*h*le
f*ck the pus*y of the eaters I'll be licking as*h*le
Oh, hold up, zip it questions you will ask, no
Just be quick, unzip my sh*t and kiss a pair of fat balls
I'm the all-day chiller in his bathrobe, the rascal
Got your sister breathing second-hand smoke
She likes to, get f*cked from the back while her man calls (Hello?)
Pick up the phone and say tonight they'll have to cancel, their plans for
Romantic dinner, with candle lights working overtime mean she is letting Skitz inside
sh*t you might be chilling' on your leather couch
I'm hitting her upstairs like we living in the acid house
She loves c*ck, the young c*cks com-bust
That sh*t sprays like buckshot, on top of her soft butt
Dumb sl*t, sex toys and what-not
I'll be gone before the sun's up, one love

[Verse 2: Jay Reaper]
While Mr. Vicious gets delicious with them b*tches, I fulfill my wishes
No more doing dishes, kiss this n*gga, here want clits and tits
Wicked witches, who want to suck my di*k for just a sip of liquor
Lick my liquorice
I'd like to take her lips and sticking fingers (finger licking)
Let me stick it in I like to fill my women, fill 'em up, no kind to c*m in c*nt
I c*m like Kunta Kinte
Got my di*k up in her, sexually I'll be a sinner
Singing dinner by the river, let me slither free your innards
While my pillar's growing bigger, I deliver like gorilla
Make a n*gga want to f*ck, but she can make n*gga bitter
I'm gonna quit her
Get a load brother, she's more like kitty litter
She was a sl*t, so in the end, who the hell will miss her?
It don't matter
I'm a fully loaded sex machine, the bad b*tches wet dreamed to act extremely bean
And then I'm waiting for my African queen
She's my vaccine, my remedy
The one that I need
Feel that in your belly girl
That's true romance

[Hook 1 & 3]
The butterflies in her stomach make her vomit
She likes to front like saying "I ain't never done it"
But deep inside I know she might've have a hundred
She lies and I love it, my brother

[Hook 2 & 4]
The butterflies in her stomach make her vomit
She likes to front like saying "I ain't never done it"
But deep inside I know she might've have a hundred
She lies and I love it, nobody above her