Father - Little Deep Throat lyrics

[Intro] Here baby taste this drink Ooh whats in this drink Twerk it, twerk it, twerk it, twerk it, twerk it Aha shes turnt Who is that They pulling out the SUV and everything I don't know but that guy over there with lose chains on is s**y You better hop on that Haa you're funny, and hes with a b**h anyway Yeah, I don't f**ing matter you got a check, you better go f** him You look better than that b**h girl I mean I would hope so This b**h looks dusty as hell, look at her weave That sh** looks matted as f** Like she doesn't comb that sh** Look at my diamonds in my teeth, like [Verse 1: Tiva] Yo, I look better than her, her and her Accidentally call that b**h a sir, sir, sir, sir (damn) I didn't know, I heard you a nerd You the Ops, don't want to hear it So save it for the birds Step up to the party with my squad I be rolling deep, Cash Carti hes a god Yes, and b**h I noticed that I'm hot and you're a thot Father please tell her, cause shes acting like shes not [Hook: Father] Yo, Yo, I call her little deep throat Freak hoe love me cause I'm egotistical Get naked got an oral fixation Just a lil', lil' more, there's an orgy in the basement Blunt skin face b**h, liquor getting chased with Grand Marnier f** off band all day Online, amazon. yeah she an amazonian [?] still in zone six no matter f**ing zone we in [Verse 2: Tiva] No matter f**ing zone we in, b**h its zone six Light skin shawty yup, you know i got the mix You never should of tried [?] with the sh**s He ran up on the mob and then he caught the f**ing lick Yeah, drip, drip, drip, now that b**h is so sick And she still tryna flex again, on the whole clique Shes on the Ops dick, then shes on the gangs dick Had to show her what was good, when she was on my mains dick [Bridge] Oh my god there goes that fake a** b**h with her mob Oh my god i've been listening to your music Can you please sign my titties Yo, you didn't f** with me before [Verse 3: Tiva] You didn't f** with me then, I don't f** with you now b**h your faker than your attitude, new eyebrows Petty b**hes, now that's something that I don't allow Your boyfriends favorite, used to eat the cat so great meow Aight, aight, aight, bet, start acting up p**y put him in check Start rackin' up so I f**ed off his check f**ed off his check, now that n***as in debt Got a new b**h, but he can't erect Cause my eyes are too bomb, he got post traumatic stress Wrecked his Lexus then next the stage, left Too damn wet, while a b**h two-step Neck so good, miss me, have we never met I'll make you feel nice n***a, you ain't got to sweat Chilling with your man, yeah he my brand new ex Send his a** back to you, f**ed up, he need a vet [Hook: Father]