Typo lyrics

[Verse 1]
Wanna give mama the D, gotta earn it like Earnest
Yeah daddy, the pus*y feel like a furnace
Look at you baby, you lookin' determined
You want some chocolate cake and you German
Eat it up, beat it up (Ayy)
Legs tied like some chucks (Ayy)
Candles lit while we f*ck (Ayy)
Enema, he in my butt (Ayy)
When it comes to the di*k, I can be picky
'Cause the pus*y act fancy, you can ask Iggy
I be rockin' that di*k, I ain't talkin' Milly
Stir that di*k in my pus*y like you makin' chili
I told him lick the clit like Ring Pop (Pop)
f*ck 'til 18 o'clock (Clock)
Every time his sink stop (Stop)
Told him wash his hands in my twat
He's a good snacker, packer, after, napper
Twat make him feel good like soup and crackers
Smacker, whacker, inside out, backwards
Wanna feel your hands in this pus*y, come dap her

[Chorus]
Finger me like a typo
Finger me, finger me like a typo, ayy
Finger me like a typo
Finger me, finger me like a typo, ayy
Like a typo, like a typo
Like a typo, like a typo
Like a typo, like a typo
I'm 'bout to make this ass switch like GEICO, ayy
[Verse 2]
di*k gettin' soaked like the mop smell
Drinkin' that c*ck, that's a c*cktail
Even dirty on the bottom like the sock stale
Fingers in the box like you got mail (Put it in me)
If I show you titties, boy you gotta buy me two chains
Yeah, eat the pus*y like it's a mukbang (Yeah)
Dig in the pus*y, lookin' for that loose change
Came on his fingers, made him buy new rings (Uh oh)
pus*y ain't ran through, no marathon (Nope)
Can't too many people get in this Tana-con (Nope)
That's why n*ggas mad and they never come (You know it)
'Cause this pus*y be the number one restaurant
And of course that n*gga want a plate
Gave him eight rounds, now I'm lookin' like Kate Plus 8
pus*y runnin' juice like steak
And you know it's super good, so I f*ck him with a cape
Kick your feet up, give you three sl*ts
Feed me Reese Puffs, give me Visa, keep my T tucked
Now your hair f*cked, like Onika with the D up
All on my walls like Mona Lisa
Breasts swingin' in your face, but no fights
All I get is nut, nut, nuts, like on flights
n*ggas start buggin' after, like old rice
'Til I say, "K, pop it again, let's go twice"
[Chorus]
Finger me like a typo
Finger me, finger me like a typo, ayy
Finger me like a typo
Finger me, finger me like a typo, ayy
Like a typo, like a typo
Like a typo, like a typo
Like a typo, like a typo
I'm 'bout to make this ass switch like GEICO, ayy