[Chorus] I ‘ont like hand jobs, ******* I like head [8x] [Verse 1] ******* jacking me off girl, suck me slow If the head good then you know we ******* fasho I’m living that life as a young Star Got them hoes getting dirty like junkyards My ******* Mustard on the beat hoe You know the routine, what I gotta speak foe Now get down on your knees and tell the Lord How much you love me, now run it back Lil ratchet hoe, I ain’t ******* that She know my girlfriend now that’s a ******* trap The crazy things she do for a hunnet racks Suck a hunnet homies up in the ******* back Lil nasty where tf you went to school at? Crenshaw High *******t I shoulda known that What that *******t do? She said her boyfriend packing, I got ******* too truuuuuuu [Chorus] [Verse 2] Don’t touch the *******, suck the ******* Excuse my mouth but ******* this *******t I go hard but go harder in the summer Till my account got seven digits like my phone number I don’t love ‘em I mistreat ‘em Did her wrong ‘cause I didn’t need her Dog these hoes I don’t feed ‘em, they ask me for advice I mislead ‘em, back to the head girl I need dumb throat, stop playing girl this ain’t jump rope You be on & off I’m tryna be all in Amber Rose the only ******* that look good bald head I need all head no cuts I need that good that make a ******* say "Holllllll'd up" ******* ******* stack Benji’s Los Angeles County baby Ratchet City [Chorus]
[Chorus] I ‘ont like hand jobs, ******* I like head [8x] [Verse 1] ******* jacking me off girl, suck me slow If the head good then you know we ******* fasho I’m living that life as a young Star Got them hoes getting dirty like junkyards My ******* Mustard on the beat hoe You know the routine, what I gotta speak foe Now get down on your knees and tell the Lord How much you love me, now run it back Lil ratchet hoe, I ain’t ******* that She know my girlfriend now that’s a ******* trap The crazy things she do for a hunnet racks Suck a hunnet homies up in the ******* back Lil nasty where tf you went to school at? Crenshaw High *******t I shoulda known that What that *******t do? She said her boyfriend packing, I got ******* too truuuuuuu [Chorus] [Verse 2] Don’t touch the *******, suck the ******* Excuse my mouth but ******* this *******t I go hard but go harder in the summer Till my account got seven digits like my phone number I don’t love ‘em I mistreat ‘em Did her wrong ‘cause I didn’t need her Dog these hoes I don’t feed ‘em, they ask me for advice I mislead ‘em, back to the head girl I need dumb throat, stop playing girl this ain’t jump rope You be on & off I’m tryna be all in Amber Rose the only ******* that look good bald head I need all head no cuts I need that good that make a ******* say "Holllllll'd up" ******* ******* stack Benji’s Los Angeles County baby Ratchet City [Chorus]
