The Match Maker lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah!

[Verse]
Who you gonna call?
Ghostbusters
Put that pus*y on the wall and lemme give that McLovin
Aye, where that crystal dose? I'm need it when I'm in London
If you got cash then show it off and I'ma take that sh*t all from you
Clappin' ass with no technique, gon' get that ass, beat it the f*ck up
Bringin' that b*tch around me gon' get that pus*y f*cked or sucked on
Skippin' class to smoke some weed or f*ck on me, that b*tch a dumb ho
I can't lie, I did that sh*t, but I still made my money double
This b*tch mean trouble, I love me a broken b*tch, toxic and loving
I can't stop c*mmin' off the molly, so demonic off the Tussin
This b*tch bussin' somethin' off her pus*y, god tier purple plumpness
Save the f*ck sh*t for tomorrow when I'm not still tryna f*ck you