57 Pixels - Song 'Bout a b**h lyrics

[Verse 1] Okay, lights dim as our eyes make contact Hit me so hard, I should of wore a hardhat Dial her up, but I'll never get a call back She's the reason I get emotional when I start tracks It's, not that we're a pair again And I apologize full for being a damn larrikin Dammit man, she's the one with the fairest skin So cold I swear she was made by Jer 'n Ben Get aware of it, you're the rarest sh** Let's be able to share 'n sh**, so I can tell ya quick I want you to meet me where my parents is, that's some scary sh** Yuh, I'll park it in the dark then Commence with the stalking 'n finish with this constant Harm 'n your mouth 'n just be like a bee and harvest my pollen Or your skin I'll be carvin', and I'll piss on your noggin Your throat I'll be cloggin', it's the most you'll be coughin' Stop it, your locket I'll pocket, f** you right on the carpet Til my co*k falls off, then you find out this ain't when the song ends Loves harder than bong hits, always trying to start sh** Like Of and DopeBoyz bloggin', feels you cop them often Cum shots you'll be dodgin', I'll park in your garage b**h My dick's what you'll be gnawing, I wrote this because this all is a [Hook]x2 Song 'Bout a b**h, Song 'Bout a b**h Song 'Bout a b**h And haven't thought about sh** Song 'Bout a b**h, Song 'Bout a b**h Song 'Bout a b**h As I'm carving out bliss [Verse 2] Quit this, my love for you is endless Let's get together and fix this, with swiftness, like stitches But for you I would fight harder for than a clenched fist Get this, your heart is my mission, it'll start in the kitchen When I park in your rear end, please stop the resistin' At the end of the year I'll be stocked up with Benjamins As soon as when I'm co*kless and friendless I'm sorry but it seems I'm off with my mistress Give me some time I'll call when I'm finished What I'm a do to you is wrong and condemned b**h I'll hit you harder than a bong with a big rip [Hook] [Verse 3] f** you'll come around my boo f**ing wheel of fortune it's like I have to spell it out for you Oh I'm sorry am I being to loud for you? She'll be home when I get back, yeah I doubt that too I'm in a cloudy mood, a rowdy dude A dick, a crook; foul and rude You rejected me again, now ya screwed Nude session in ten? How bout two? How bout two? How bout two? I'm spiraling on a downward tube How bout you? How bout you Have shown me I've been crowned by you Cross in my left hand, while Satan is my beast man They've been battling it out like my shoulder host chess games You're a bless-ang, that's with no question You fill that void that lingers in my chest, damn [Hook]