J.I.D - LeHornys lyrics

[Verse 1] Wait...alright Sorry I don't give a f** about no college sh** They couldn't keep me in that b**h with a scholarship I would've been the Dali Lama or like Don Lemon But I'm Dicaprio, digging my inner Bart Simpson The b**h fine I'm breast smelling and toe sniffing I just look at you like you art I cry books of garth I know that she prolly leave And break my achy breaky heart But I don't care cause I don't need that organ Probably find that sh** again when I have me a daughter But with my karma I probably have forty four of them One son Little one son Japanese mom ? But if you jump dumb I turn your a** to Willy Lump Lump Left silly slumped Rap game, Willy Wonka Need a ticket or a sponsor I'm just coming through your monitors Sitting in your kitchen While your momma in her pajamas Making eggs for your brother and your father Go to school now Gym locker room Little buddy got the tool We ain't telling, sh**'s cool till he busting at you I was just thinking I could die or get some dust on my shoes From running, but these my favs I should walk the other way See, me and God had a long talk the other day He just told me some jokes And told me I can lead the way Told me I could make the change But, thats all I gotta say [Chorus] Been a long day Smoke until my head hurt Running all the way Putting in the leg work Rolling up the paper Take a shot of Jager Shawty wan me swam in the p**y like a sailor Shorty from Chicago She love obla Hotbox cars smoking out the whole block John pull me over We don't f** with no cop We don't stop We don't f** with roadblocks [Verse 2] Baby got the a** like Sza Long a** hair Wanna beat like the Rza She just want joke like the Riddler But if I puzzle this little picture She probably end up with dick near her appendix Ooh splendid Now I gotta buy her shiny sh** Dyslexic she tryna do the 96 Wanna come to a G spot b**h Find this sh** Tryna tell me you the bomb Like I don't mine and sh** I been all across the world On my grind and sh** Sticky bud in my grinder Can't grind this sh** s** a dick on your Insta and Vine But its words you want And I promise I ain't got a dime Look at God while you crying I ain't dying for a record to sell Beef not getting the money So it's selfish as hell to the squad Anyways, if I was there I never could fail Cause JID major childish, Petty Labelle Sqeaky voice, but the flow hold steady as hell My wordplay wordly and I ate the gazelle The other day and the girl, her name was Giselle It was easy as hell, she was a jezebel Yeah, uh I go an split a short with my shorty Little tired, she been riding, Kentucky Derby Little God bless this strong and hold it sturdy Hold that sh** down I don't wanna catch a murdy Ovua, merci I never been in a Testarossa But I throw this dick like Testaverde All of them heard me JID so nouny and verby Talking about p**y pounding and slurping Wait... [Chorus] Been a long day Smoke until my head hurt Running all the way Putting in the leg work Rolling up the paper Take a shot of Jager Shawty wan me swam in the p**y like a sailor Shorty from Chicago She love obla Hotbox cars smoking out the whole block John pull me over We don't f** with no cop We don't stop We don't f** with roadblocks, x 4