FLORAL PRINT PRIVATE JET Lyrics

Kick her out my crib this ain't no bed and breakfast

Iceberg on my wrist so you know i got lettuce

Butterfly barrette my body bomb ain't got no blemish

Babealinis in bikinis that's my fetish

Kick her out my crib this ain't no bed and breakfast

Iceberg on my wrist so you know i got lettuce

Butterfly barrette my body bomb ain't got no blemish

Babealinis in bikinis that's my fetish

Floral print private jet

Bought the jewels diamond set

Foreign whips, cigarette

Leash her up, that's my pet

Yellow gold, emeralds on my necklace

Hella hoes Emma Rose on my guest-list

Put her fingers in my mouth she my dentist

I like everybody, I ain't sexist

Work her out, break a sweat

I'm the one, ain't no threat

Broke her heart, she my ex

Gettin' smart, don't inspect

Spoke her mind a few pages short of a script

Open up her legs when I'm bored of her lips

Sittin' on her face she supporting my hips

Uh yeah OK that's my bitch

Pink hair princess Belle Delphine

Got a soccer mom call her Chelsea

I'm so healthy very wealthy

You want smoke we got plenty

Coconut tequila on the boat with senoritas

I just wrote it to the beat-a

Then I spoke it through your speakers

On some hot girl shit

Riding on a stallion that hot girl shit

Hot girl shit

Getting lucky like a four leaf clover

Five bitches in a forest green Rover

Blue fur jacket drip like Grover

I'm a have a hundred mil when I'm older

Call me snake she a gopher

Feeling like I'm Big Ben, Ben Dover

Ms. Vickie's chip on my shoulder

I got 20 songs sitting in a folder

Put that pussy underwater, tsunami

Stole your daughter know her daddy cant stop me

Fuck her good now she callin' me mommy

Rainbow flower smiley face, Murakami

Can we hit the drive thru Rotten Ronnie's

Cover up that punani with Versace

Hit the gym like Giovanni

Put her to the test like, like I'm Johnny (All my bitches)

Bodacious got her shaking so anxious

Want it now like no patience

Got her loud that pussy quaking

Call it magnitude seven need an interlude

Melon flavoured chap-stick

That chick ratchet I slapped it

All up on her face wait, I smacked it

Sit on her face like Baby Keem yuh

She attacked it

Every time I see a Butterfly, I think of you