FINE DINING lyrics

[Chorus: Digbar]
I don’t give a f*ck
Slip it in his butt, he start quacking like a duck (Quacking like a duck)
I’ma take that cake no matter what, you’re out of luck
Back it, back it up just like that booty is a truck, I’m finna nut
Ay, yeah, I’m finna bust (What?)
Pull up in them booty shorts from Walmart, that’s a must (Yeah)
I feel like an all-star when I’m in that n*gga’ butt (In that n*gga butt)
He can’t take the di*k, I said “Round two” and he said “What?”

[Verse 1: DigBar & The Ass Blaster]
He said what? What? f*ckin’ on his butt
Like a squirrel, I’mma open my mouth wide for them nuts
Like a doctor, my di*k all up in his stomach, in them guts
Like peroxide, me and him just chillin’ in the cut (What?)
f*cked your b*tch (Yeah, yeah), sucked your di*k (Yeah)
Spitting on his tip (Yeah), it’s dribbling down his di*k (Yeah)
I’m tryna eat a piece of his sh*t, yeah (Woah)
And I’m brеaking down the mothaf*ckin’ door if I see him and I’m horny
If he’s hard, I f*ck him, it’s the еnd of the story
Slap him if we f*ckin’ and he sucked the glizzy poorly
Ain’t nobody f*cked this many dudes like this before me
I can f*ck a dude, I’ll nut until its morning
I’m recording when I suck a dude’s di*kI’m a throat goat, you know I make him c*m quick
I’m up next in this game, yeah, you know that sh*t
Calling me the gay Yeat? Don’t compare me to that b*tch
Ay, I be suckin’ the c*m right out his di*k
He keep f*ckin’ on my butt, oh my god, I think I’m gon’ sh*t
I pick him up in the Hummer, we have a slumber, eating his di*k just like it’s a cuc*mber
He pull away from the di*k, he a runner
I’m shootin’ the c*m out my di*k, I’m a gunner (Pow, pow)
It’s DigBar and The Ass Blaster, he f*ckin’ me slow so I told him to f*ck me faster
Slappin’ me with that di*k on my back just like he Master
I want BBC and not that British broadcaster
I told him “toot it up” because he ready for the c*ck
He keep on tickin’ my nuts and oh no, no, he’s not gon’ stop
I’m gon’ hit his butt from the back til’ he in shock
f*ckin’ on the bed and we not wearin’ no socks, ay
I told him “toot it up” because he ready for the c*ck
He keep on tickin’ my nuts and oh no, no, he’s not gon’ stop
I’m gon’ hit his butt from the back til’ he in shock
f*ckin’ on the bed and we not wearin’ no socks, ay
[Chorus: Digbar]
I don’t give a f*ck
Slip it in his butt, he start quacking like a duck (Quacking like a duck)
I’ma take that cake no matter what, you’re out of luck
Back it, back it up just like that booty is a truck, I’m finna nut
Ay, yeah, I’m finna bust (What?)
Pull up in them booty shorts from Walmart, that’s a must (Yeah)
I feel like an all-star when I’m in that n*gga’ butt (In that n*gga butt)
He can’t take the di*k, I said “Round two” and he said “What?”

[Verse 2: Abdul Cisse, The Ass Blaster & DigBar]
He said, “First things first, let’s get this straight: I’m not”
I walked up on a n*gga and I sucked all on his c*ck (What?)
Without any questions, I said “No if, ands or buts”
I had a n*gga feelin’ on my pants and grabbin’ on my nuts
I said, “Hey, I’m feelin’ gay” (I’m feeling gay)
What can I say? I wanna f*ck a dude and slowly freak him Wednesday
Hey, I’m feelin’ gay (I’m feelin’ gay)
I couldn’t wait until the weekend and I’m runnin’ out of time, I gotta spray
n*gga came up to me, asked if I wanna play
I told him he could get this foot-long like we at Subway
And the look of this hot dude, he got me actin’ some way
Got me shootin’ all over and then I shot up all the way
Hey, I’m feelin’ gay (Hella gay)
Me and DigBar out here makin’ more hits than Dr. Dre
Hey, I’m feelin’ gay
He’s squirming on the ground, but I still f*ck him anyway
I shoot the semen like I’m in the middle of a navy battle
On that BBC and then he pee, I ride him with no saddle
Suckin’ his tip, it’s red delicious, but like a massive apple
Bustin’ my hip, I’m gettin’ vicious the way I f*ck his as*h*le
Bust on my hip, my di*k covered by his lips
I’m finna c*m the quick, the way he gawkin’ on my sh*t
I think I’mma p*ss, unleash in his iron grip
Releasin’ the clip, he slip, then he take a sip
Most of these motherf*ckers in this game can’t touch meThe highest on the food chain, number one Top G
Just like Andrew Tate, but I’m way more fruity
That pus*y-ass b*tch likes women, he goofy (Goofy-ass b*tch!)
And he acts like a genius, how smart can he be if he don’t like p*nis? (Facts)
Never trust a man that says he likes cleavage (Nope)
I’m on a quest to suck a lot of di*k, now let me go complete it
I think I can help you go complete that mission
I’m the goat at suckin’ di*k and I put n*ggas in submission
I’m gon’ throat him on the bed and y’all shut up like it’s detention
Have that n*gga’s cheeks clenchin’, and also I need to mention that I ain’t straight
Hell naw, not even a little
Tryna taste the n*gga rainbow, I’m not talkin’ ‘bout no Skittles
Man, that di*k kinda fire, you think I can take a nibble?
Two white guys piping on me, it’s that monkey in the middle (Uh)
Hey, I’m feelin’ gay (I’m feelin gay)
What can I say? I wanna f*ck a dude and slowly freak him Wednesday
Hey, I’m feelin’ gay (I’m feelin’ gay)
I couldn’t wait until the weekend and I’m runnin’ out of time, I gotta spray
Can’t believe some n*ggas out here tryna get rid of gay marriage (What?)
Just the sight of a dude is enough to get me raring
Got me dribblin’ all over this di*k
Like an ice cream in my hand, I gotta take a lick
Yeah, it’s a brand new day (Yup!)
Horny as hell, and yet I still feel gay (Gay)
I’m out here like a star in the sky, and I am shining
Got a taste of that di*k, yeah, we call that “fine dining”
[Outro: Abdul Cisse]
Yeah, fine dining, like a five-star meal, mwah
Chef’s kiss? More like chef’s di*k