Sloane Amelia - A++ lyrics

A++ [Sloane Amelia] Oo, yummy, haters, my favorite dish Devour these cowards, use they bones for my f**ing toothpick Then hit the pavement, With the fragrance of elation Laced in, rancid ilyrization The tropical prodigal daughter, Methodical author Ear candy I offer, to you, you, & you Step into my office The motto is keeping it cute and consistent Log the f** off, I don't need your a**istance This sister is vicious, I strike with precision Just check the forensics if they even existing I never had issues with playing position My teams off the charts, yours is barely efficient Surpa**ing sufficient is the new goal at hand And My ovaries done told me I'm the mother f**ing man Understand. I am legend And the queen don't leave her throne to argue with a f**ing peasant Irie S ain't with the essence of second guessing the presence of the company I keep You a sneaker then peep the reaper [Sugg Savage] Mira Mira Mira Mira Mira Mira Mira Mira Mira Mira Bet your whole dam crew Can catch a face-lift from the Savvy boot Hats off to you, if you ain't riding lick my Savvy poo Cancerian sun gives light capi moon by Virgo raise Got leo ways Ms.cleo gaze into your inner feuds Intuitive, scrutinous, succulent, f** it if it's your opinion It's irrelevant to these hellion twins Rebellion sins I'm sinister menace Signed and stamped suggerton, With love No got dam glove I wanna feel it real sh** flip it split it Get it get it get it get it My whole world ended 99 And im still trying rap my head around it Grammy bounded daddy issues I drink about it sh** keeps me grounded Be scratching my b**by and watch in a movie While eating a Sammie all in my pajamies The simpler days magnificent shades To block the rays that lays beneath the retina Arouse “heck yea”can you check her I give lecture to your sector Induce brains with piercing pressure Cali bread bu*tered up Side of bacon with a cold cup of what the f** While you jive and shuck we on the up and up Drag queen no peen with the gushy stuff (You Like You Like You Love it Yes You Do) God dam it I manage to f** you up don't I, Better know I The girl dark with the snake eyes with your pop pop eating popeyes Crispy recipe. Strapped you better be With the nines, we the two. Strutting a** damies Dreamt my sh** was so hot. Satan could light a jack with the chrome an*s That's heinous I'm Gaseous Casious blows. On my tip toes Quid pro quo ill flow for a spring role Living mad rough. lunch with the dingoes Give em tingles with the metaphors. Tongue to the floor Gum To The Soles Of the Kicks Of The Souls Come to me Come to me Come to me now Pumpity Pumpity Pumpity Sounds of the excess, Dripping from your neck sweat Cinnabon and a jet pack, On my wet back Confirmation of my dedication, recycling my defecation Hands High if you with it We be that snatch rap supreme I am the queen. With the lean figure and I breath the heat, I cleanse the feet Two stepping in my fortress, Got more tricks Little jimmies rigor mortis From my two tits give “oh sh**s” to victims Mitch I, look for love at ottakon Spitting autobahn, sh** to murder many man In a mini van, with a mini wang, bumping Keith Sweat No neck while he chilling with the seat back, chilling with the seat back [Sloane Amelia] STOP! Chickity-check it, something electric when a sister dissect it Wickedest with it, let's dribble with this sh**, look at the figgedty-facts them Like an erect dick, pick a direction, too busy relaxing You can affect it, yeah you can affect it if you just get off your a** and (All I hear are lies leaving your mouth now) X4 Why do we try?