BUTTERCUP Lyrics

Ay, baby girl what's love?

Is you tryna fuck

She my powder puff, buttercup

Used to ridin' ruff

Neva dm 4 the X

If you wantin' sex

No regrets just

Hit me with a text

If you tryna hang with Wes

Yes, God bless her tortured soul

I got my top let back

But the love was kept below

Oh the flow so professional

In the booth boastin' confessionals

Know my hoes so obsessional

Need to be on medicinals

Keep yo eyes off my decimals

Yea the bitch out her mind again

Goin' live with the 5-0 dialing

Deprivin' her off my flavors

Now I'm tryna escape her

She just hurt I won't date her

Damn bitch, why you wanna

Stick me for my paper (paper)

Flip another page

Lust turns to rage so often

Croppin' pics of bitches I've forgotten

Soften all my options

It's exhausting' doin' my part

My remarks off the charts

Leavin' hearts in the dark

If they weak they rip apart

Sniff em out like sharks for the blood

When push comes to shove

Man what the fuck is love?

Baby girl what's love?

Is you tryna fuck

She my powder puff, buttercup

Used to ridin' ruff

Neva dm 4 the X

If you wantin' sex

No regrets just

Hit me with a text

If you tryna hang with Wes

Ay, baby girl what's love?

Is you tryna fuck

She my powder puff, buttercup

Used to ridin' ruff

Neva dm 4 the X

If you wantin' sex

No regrets just

Hit me with a text

If you tryna hang with Wes

How about you share something happy with us?

Saving the world is cool, and everyone should try to do it

At least once a day, or at least stay out of our way (booo!!)

Thank you very much, the end