Sidius - Fat b**h Need Love Too lyrics

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Sidius - Fat b**h Need Love Too lyrics

Intro ] Yeah, I didn't record in a while, then that sh** was sounding foul So I, revised it, you know a n***a improved it So I'm, doing the movement and your sh**s a bowel movement Mom 's Sick, when I rub this Johnson, Johsnon I got my mom sick rubbing this Johnson [Verse1] Got my f**ing mom sick, when I rub this Johnson and Johnson On my Johnson and stroke it while I'm counting each fountain That I'm spouting and if how I'm pronouncing pisses of Bronson He'll come spray me with his Thompson, til he, leave a n***a bouncing On the carpet, f** it least he'll k** me 'fore the cancer No ones talking horoscopes, blows O's of dope I plan to Lady lucks a b**h and she's evil, this my casino Chanced it and ate a canoli, made by Mr. Pellegrino A.K.A secretly Jesus, the Physic's teacher Unfortunately they had to sprain my B-hole with a needle Limped to the nearest Filipino, ordered 3 more kilos Flipping off all you people, just call me Evil Knievel They let me keep my feces, hit my species with a free throw Difference 'bout me and you is that you're worried 'bout being cool Tryna bring home a chick for mom and dad too I'm tryna bring home a b**h with a face tattoo [Chorus] x 2 See, I know I'm that kid, cuz I want a Fat b**h And when I get a Fat b**h, I'll feed her Doritos The things I do with Aspirin, they should be illegal Precious is my Fat b**h, you could call me Smeegle [Verse 2] Last one to start sh** but the first one to launch sh** Hoping that my teeth don't darken but I just keep sparking And I just can't function, when it comes to lunching So a n***a thin and hunching like Scout Master Lumpus So go head keep your donuts, No I do not want a munchkin Sip Coronas with these loners, six more of those and I'll throw up Foamy Soda in the face of shawty, could I water board her? If you think I'm nose-y now then you should see the coke I'm snorting Hit that blunt so hard that it's about to press charges By the feds I got wanted, skipping checks at Red Robin When I die at Olive Garden, it won't be because of garlic Pizza started all this farting we don't need a ref to call it Like them braulic, thick as Broly, only 14 years or older Robbed a Target for a pound of Gorgonzola and a stroller Found the roundest b**h around me covered my dick in Granola She gone s** it like she love it then I'll punish her popola [Chorus] x 2 [Outro] Did that sound good motherf**er? Credits

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