Shotgun Willy - 1-800-SMD lyrics

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Shotgun Willy - 1-800-SMD lyrics

[Intro] I'm a rockstar tryna fu*k a pornstar And I keep a blade, like Sword Art Online How'd you get a sports car? "I don't know, it's not mine" Any more questions? Please, hit my hotline [Chorus] At 1-800 su*k a motherfu*kin' dick Please, call me up, please, call me up I'm young McLovin, got a super bad b*tch She want me, yeah, she want me, yeah 'Cause I don't pick up, leave a voicemail Rooftop chillin' at the hotel Whole game on my back like Odel Can't keep up, tell 'em, "Oh, well" [Verse 1] Now I'm fu*kin' b*tches and money and that's it You don't like the sh*t that I'm makin', then su*k dick Carti man, Rick, bunch of mothеrfu*kers on the ride up on my wavе Out the way 'fore I slap a pussy boy like Brad Pitt, sh*t Momma raised a boy to be a pimp, pimp Fur coat vibin' at the Ritz, Ritz Good role model for the kids, kids Willy went and made another hit Last date that I had was a court date I'm hard, you soft like sorbet Not parfait, no foreplay You be lookin' sweet like a strawberry shortcake Who you think is next up? I'm better I got drank in my cup, like Bender That boy said that I su*k, whatever I got rich and switched up, Bruce Jenner [Chorus] At 1-800 su*k a motherfu*kin' dick Please, call me up, please, call me up I'm young McLovin, got a super bad b*tch She want me, yeah, she want me, yeah 'Cause I don't pick up, leave a voicemail Rooftop chillin' at the hotel Whole game on my back like Odel Can't keep up, tell 'em, "Oh, well" [Verse 2] I don't like you, you, you Hear the phone ring, ring, ring Everything new, new, new Lookin' like a king, king, king Money stack tall, tall, tall I'm talkin' Yao Ming, Ming, Ming fu*k it, we ball, ball, ball I told that boy swing, swing, swing I'm soundin' like hey, batter, batter, hey, batter, batter Then I watch your brain splatter, splatter, brain splatter, splatter On my way up like a ladder, no chitter-chatter I don't give a fu*k, it don't matter 'less it make my pockets fatter You could hear the pitter-patter tappin', I'm at your door And I'm attached with a piece of chrome, I'm just so happy to know it That you were lackin' while my GPS was trackin' your home And I sent it back and if you have it, tell him call at my phone

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