Diddle lyrics

[Intro]
It still smells like ass

[Chorus]
Pop a perc like my back gone
Make a n*gga talk like my ass slow (what)
Bit booting up, got her ass low
She whip the tip like a lasso (yea)
n*ggas think it's Camp Lazlo
Their thoothers f*ck when the bag low (ah ah)
f*ck n*gga get shot pa pa pa
Like that one show
Diddle my- diddle my- diddle my meat (Did-Diddle)
f*ck that little bit with a little my beef (bit bit)
Hit up my- hit up my- hit up my street (hit yeah)
Clapping her cheeks to the goddamn beat
Lick up my- lick up my- lick up my di*k
Sit on my di*k while I'm sleep sleep sleep (oo what)
Giggity giggity she wild like me
Hit 'em up- hit em up (yea yo)

[Verse]
Burn that n*gga no sun light or limelight
f*cking his b*tch, he chilling up in the sidelines (boom)
Hear that missle it ripple it going pow pow
Raw cute pus*y it hairy just like a chow chow (chow)
A.R. gripping this pistol, it looking mix matched
f*cking on her lips and dip call that a quick chat (yea)
I'm not living, I'm fixing to get a big bag
Payday get it and get it i wanna win that
Doo doo hear the f*cking shots like a new cue
f*ck a n*gga's b*tch if the thights like Mewtow's
Who knew, you are just a b*tch
And i swear to god you better not check up on me
I'm the sh*t
n*gga gon' see me he dead
Fronting for a b*tch i think he dead (yea)
n*gga gon' see me he dead
Fronting for a b*tch i think he dead (yea)
[Chorus]
Pop a perc like my back gone
Make a n*gga talk like my ass slow (what)
Bit booting up, got her ass low
She whip the tip like a lasso (yea)
n*ggas think it's Camp Lazlo
Their thoothers f*ck when the bag low (ah ah)
f*ck n*gga get shot pa pa pa
Like that one show
Diddle my- diddle my- diddle my meat (Did-Diddle)
f*ck that little bit with a little my beef (bit bit)
Hit up my- hit up my- hit up my street (hit yeah)
Clapping her cheeks to the goddamn beat
Lick up my- lick up my- lick up my di*k
Sit on my di*k while I'm sleep sleep sleep (oo what)
Giggity giggity she wild like me
Hit 'em up- hit em up (yea yo)