One Sock Jaque - Dumb b**h lyrics

[Intro] Yo this is for all those s**y a** b**hes and those hot a** hoes HIT IT [Verse 1] All i want is b**hes to f** Im going to the club en im trying my luck Rollin through the streets While i roll up a spliff Rollin in b**hes While i roll in the ditch Just kidddin i only roll in b**h f** talking to women Im just stalkin a women So i can f** women Ain't no smhuck women b**h Women are objects that like to get fuccccc And all men are just here to get a good succcc I don't get called tyrone because im not black I like to f** p**y and i like to smoke crack (threw my nose) Yeah that's how it goes Pull up in the back Yup before the party Because i'm an early bird She's lookin for that early worm b**h get in the car and we early squirm [Verse 2] Pizza pop hot p**y pop a lot Definitely a thot Can't get caught Can't call a cop Here's a thought The proportion of the circumference is relative to the radius Of my a**hole, f*ggot I talk soft but i also rock hard b**hes snortin coke like im a rockstar b**h im always rock hard You can call me co*kstar When im at the club i drop more b**hes than i drop bars Got more b**hes than there are stars If i had a women for each of my cars You'd need two earths And two suns to compensate Everytime that i f** b**hes they love that I cum late When i finish with b**hes i yell “b**h you makin me straight” Ain't no juxtaposition Just f**ing position b**h look away from me, this sh** ain't an audition Im just f**ing that a** and pretending you're a guy I can't do that gay sh** while you look in my eye I eat that a** just like a eat a good meal Home cooked at my moms house while im keepin it real If you want to f** dudes just give me a call These b**hes get stitches cause they can't ball And when I say ball I mean the s**ual kind These snitches use ritches just to hustle and grind b**h I'm a f**ing mastermind f** big dudes just to pa** the time Take it from the back while I steal a rhyme When I hear a fire beat you know that I will take it Half the b**hes here are stuck and ain't gunna make it When I entered the rap game no one knew my f**ing name Now I roll in the b**h like nothings changed When I rhyme I chillax and relax for a bit To get through the week, to get through the sh** Bars so hot you need oven mitt [Verse 3] b**h I literally have depression Yes I'm sad all the time This b**h got an obsession Like yes I'm mad you doing crime Like b**h f** you of course I'm mad What would you expect when I find my dad And all I've internalized has just fallen back to me And this b**h a** neighba said he'd look out for me When I say sad and depression I mean it in a manly way Of course I'm joking, feelings are gay When there's a fork in the road I choose the way Because if a woman had to choose it , I would choose to stay b**hes like to call me f*ggot When she turn that b**h look like bob saget Because that p**y's fuller than the house Joey or jesse i'd nut in both their f**ing mouths Then bring both those thots south Because i'd go down on a mother f**er They go cuz this jam dope like smuckers Warm Lips around my co*k Just as tight as my one sock Neighbor I'm in the club with your girl on my jock Bounce to me and you're bound to be blocked Come late to tea and you're down to get clocked Hour hand, second hand you're going to get knocked Once you answer your door you're going to get glocked Finger on the trigger and I'm ready to pop pop Blood spilling like soda that you will have to mop This is the last bar This verse can not be topped You can call me octagon Because I can't be stopped [Outro] (f**in retarted b**h)