Peaches & Eggplants (Freestyle) lyrics

[Intro]
Kaliii
This how it sound when he at my door
pus*y real life, have a n*gga geeked
n*gga be talking 'bout some goddamn [?]
Banging at the door and sh*t like [?]
pus*y too good, he be like [?]
Motherf*cking [?] hinges and sh*t
[?]
[?] down
He be [?]
sh*t, I'm a keep driving that n*gga crazy
Break the door down
Kaliii

[Verse]
Sit on his face, ride it from the front
Lil Rosa Parks, I ain't getting up
n*gga got a girl, I don't give a f*ck
I don't see nothing, just buy me what I want
He wanna eat me, eat me up
I want the keys to his Bentley truck
Started to flirt with his [?]
When I walk through, he let me up
Knockknock, you know a real b*tch do pop ups
I bring it to these hoes like a potluck
Going [?] ho's head like [?]
I promis to link him, but I don't be linking
I be crossing my fingers
Know this pus*y from heaven, he be talking to Jesus
I'm fine, I'm sexy, I'm cool
I [?], come bless me [?]
Now a day these n*ggas be too zesty, I'm cool
b*tch I'm playing chess, so who gon' check me? Not you
Young Kaliii, tattoo of a plus sign on my pus*y, boy, come at me
How many times your n*gga gon DM me? I keep tally
I be going out, you b*tches only go out sadly
And that's what really gags me
Who better than Kaliii? You lost your mind
Maybach, like I got a Ross cosign
Twin AP's, and I bought both mine
I don't trust my n*gga, I know both of them lying
The hair [?], the shoes is new
I need [?] Rubi too
Yeah yeah b*tch, it's Kaliii, who is you?
Oh, you f*cked my n*gga, woop dee doo
b*tch, you can have that n*gga
[?] my bag got bigger
pus*y still fire, you can ask that n*gga
I'm a P.R.O. like [?]
Kaliii