Laundry* lyrics

[Chorus: TD Ceasar]
Uh, made yo b*tch do my laundry
W-W-Wack a pus*y boy, choppa fold him like sum laundry
10-10-10 hollow shells, and like fifty bands on me
B-B-b*tches givin' brain, yeah, she lookin' like a zombie
Damn, f*ck lil b*tch finna ride like a pony
Stargazer gaza, she gon' eat it like balogna
f*ck a bih one time, then I left that b*tch lonely
Yo b*tch tryna suck onna di*k, and my brodie

[Verse 1: TD Ceasar]
5, 10 bands, take it out, I'm VLONE
Iain got no pistol, gotta missile, it's homing
I don't give a f*ck aboutcho f*ckin' dead homies
Write it on a script, know yo f*ckin' dad know me
Choppa finna eatchu, he a maf*ckin' cannibal
Blick, blick, blick, Blicky hitchu like an animal
Eat it up, eat it up, cause the lil b*tch like Hannibal

[Verse 2: PoFlow]
I'm gon' smack the b*tch, no matter whatchu do
One day chillin', eatin' some nice f*ckin' food
Then that b*tch look up to you, wit all her f*ckin' problems
Like b*tch, go do the f*ckin' laundry
It's 20 bands on me, so much f*ckin' ice
We in f*ckin' Zamboni
Cook me up a good ma'f*ckin' peperoni
Cuz all of you pus*y, that's all that you good at
You is a ma'f*ckin' hood rat, (Hood rat)