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Betty Crocker Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2023
Lyrics
Let my white girl roll my cake Betty Crocker
My ball flat we cant kick it this aint soccer
Have my dog put his paws on you he a boxer
Im the type to do it all these niggas just be talkers
Lil ass boy he a shitzu
Nigga feel offended tell him he can get this shit too
Ecs had me glitching shit i almost wrecked the rental
Im in the raq with two bad bitches Mula in the Middle
Stick on my hip make melodies like a fiddle
If i put a drum on a ar i bet it make an instrumental
Niggas really tender bout these hoes sentimental
If you heard i fucked ya bitch i swear it wasn't accidental
Call a doctor I done smoked my lungs away
Give a fuck about a proctor bitch i cheated anyway
I aint a mall shopper brodie punching any day
He said he ran it up but he won a giveaway
Quick on my feet shit i feel like justin fields
White boy gone hit his target like he playing for the bills
Why yall cracking fake seals and popping fake pills
Lames get money and think they cool be forreal
You gotta kill somebody to be labeled as a killer
Trappin out my dorm room yeah i was the campus dealer
I took a bad bitch home turned into a demon like I'm thriller
Now she actin monkey made her go bananas when i peeled her
Wheel it out i done went and disabled the beat
Talkin bout some money then you might've enabled a feat
Two things i hate a bitch nigga and people who leech
A nigga got his bitch took in his face he accepted defeat
Its a big tree in my wood I'm high on christmas
I aint gotta say too much i look and now she drippin
I be high as hell and out the way cause yall be trippin
But you know i keep a bad bitch cookin in my kitchen
Damn im cold as hell call me frigid
His granny wanna fuck me i think her name was bridgett
Shit i might go and do it leave her limping
Cause you do what you want when you pimpin
Like the 88 pistons Ill bully a nigga
How you talkin about a millie but you aint tryna richer
Big dreams but you aint got no hustle a terrible mixture
Ill put a four in a kool aid and drink it out the pitcher
Make a nigga see the light i guess he got the picture
I be talking shit but i can really put em in a blender
His bitch got my kids in her garden call her kinder
Damn im high as hell and drunk as fuck just wrecked the fender