Mr. ft. Baby Pe$o Lyrics

She call me Mr. put it down

That's only when she put it up

Said she wanna' feel something

Baby I could hook it up

Baby giving straight jaw

Something like a upper cut

All she know is giving head

Call that bitch super-cuts

Rearrange her guts I'm digging deep inside her

I snatch her soul

She fucked up out the kid like a pretzel

I could make her fold

Bad bitches come and go

But you know I knock em' down

Moppy got them hoes by the time

He get around the town

Begging for your bitch back man that shit a tragedy

Known to fuck with grown hoes them older bitches after me

Yappin' in my ear I told that bitch don't talk back to me

Nah I ain't want a little space bitch I want a galaxy

Yeah I'm running through your curls

And I could feel it from the world

Type of shit I'm cutting up

I'm fucking bitches different girls

But you apply that pressure

And you low-key got me changing up

We fucking on the low

So don't be giving that lil statement up

And you must be trippin'

If you think you going through my phone

Last time it done happened

I done blocked the bitch to leave me lone'

Asking why I'm dogging her

I told the bitch I want a bone

Bae let's make a movie

'Cause I'm trying to get my money long

She call me Mr. put it down

That's only when she put it up

Said she wanna' feel something

Baby I could hook it up

Baby giving straight jaw

Something like a upper cut

All she know is giving head

Call that bitch super-cuts

Rearrange her guts I'm digging deep inside her

I snatch her soul

She fucked up out the kid like a pretzel

I could make her fold

Bad bitches come and go

But you know I knock em' down

Pe$o got them hoes by the time

He get around the town

She don't wanna' answer the phone who the fuck you think I'm is

Bitch I gotta' catalog hoes who doing freaky shit

Little wassaname make me bust in a second

My other one talk too much but look good when she naked

Bae I'm just playing I swear to god I don't got hoes

When I said that shit man I was crossing my toes

I rock with my bitches and I be loving my hoes

Can't cut em' off can't get em' gone that shit there's a no

I peek at you (pikachu) I catch em' all like pokémon go

Like we doing yoga got her touching her toe

Triple H match time I got her in a pedigree

I don't wanna' pull out baby I'm trying to build a legacy

She call me Mr. put it down

That's only when she put it up

Said she wanna' feel something

Baby I could hook it up

Baby giving straight jaw

Something like a upper cut

All she know is giving head

Call that bitch super-cuts

Rearrange her guts I'm digging deep inside her

I snatch her soul

She fucked up out the kid like a pretzel

I could make her fold

Bad bitches come and go

But you know I knock em' down

Moppy got them hoes by the time

He get around the town