Sitcom Lyrics

I'm on ya head like a beanie

Rub on his dick and I pull out a genie

I give him brain like a genius

I'm 'bout my bread so I'll never be lenient

Bitch, you a sitcom

You funny as hell like Kenon and Kel, you last for four seasons

All my friends are heathens

These bitches be salty, ain't talking the seasoning

Say that she better, she dreaming

Swore that I blessed him, he say I'm a demon

My pussy be creaming, my mind be on scheming

Just got me a bag like I'm fiending

My head game the best so nevertheless, my mans never thinking 'bout cheating, but-

if i was creeping, just like a meeting, ya mans always thinking 'bout leaving

I suck that dick like no teething

I do it without breathing

We spent the block now you bleeding

None of the opps is breathing

The za got me leaning, the high got me drinking, I swallow his semon, a demon

Bro got the glock and the beam and-

Flow sick, I'll give you the treatment

I'm on ya head like a beanie

Rub on his dick and I pull out a genie

I give him brain like a genius

I'm 'bout my bread so I'll never be lenient

Bitch, you a sitcom

You funny as hell like Kenon and Kel, you last for four seasons

All my friends are heathens

These bitches be salty, ain't talking the seasoning