Disney Lyrics

Whoo

Aye

Aye

Mhm

She lovin the

Aye

Breese

I be fresh on the scene and she loving the smell of my weed

Cuz she know I got the gas on me

White bitch at the party, she know got a body her ass it be jumping, a bad bunny

He be posting he clockin in but he be out in four hours that shit really mad funny

And yo bank account small and it's mad funny

Watchu pick out the lint wit the small crummies

COVID's overs I'll slide wit a mask on me

An we know how you are only clutching the stick

Why you act like a hoe hang around for sum shit

Or the weed when I'm smoking you can't get hit

When I pull up a beat call it my therapy

Saying shit about feelings or talking my Shit

Why yo hoe fienin for the meat call it a cig why

I'm good wit the numbers but failed In the trig

I be High as a bitch

Swishers them bitches is mid

Suckin me up use a bib

Pushing the whip an it kick

There's a level to P and you ain't pushing it

We in the bed hit yo missionary

Why you on dick man I swear you a fairy

Totin on guns like I'm from military

Definition of the pussy you hairy

Open up yo legs I see sum scary

Got a broken back from all times that I've carried

No cheese he can't eat any dairy

Plum booty but the coochie a berry

Kissin on her neck she wet like the navy

Calculate the pussy one have my baby

Me an gang finna slide on yo block fuck around leave yo whole family feelin dizzy

We in studio Walt wit the ice on our necks like we taking a trip up in Disney

An she love when I cheese everytime that

I smile it make that hoe wanna French kiss me

I hit yo hoe then I pass to the bro

Now she flying right back to the gang like a frisbee

I be fresh on the scene and she loving the smell of my weed

Cuz she know I got the gas on me

White bitch at the party, she know got a body her ass it be jumping, a bad bunny

He be posting he clockin in but he be out in four hours that shit really mad funny

And yo bank account small and it's mad funny

Watchu pick out the lint wit the small crummies

COVID's overs I'll slide wit a mask on me

An we know how you are only clutching the stick

Why you act like a hoe hang around for sum shit

Or the weed when I'm smoking you can't get hit

When I pull up a beat call it my therapy

Saying shit about feelings or talking my Shit

Why yo hoe fienin for the meat call it a cig why

I'm good wit the numbers but failed In the trig

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