GREEDY 2 ft. Donny G Lyrics

I told my baby, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up

They gon' be sick when I drop this, they gon' be illa

I told my baby, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up

Like what's hangin', we just bangin

I told DeMarc, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up

I need that good form, I'm off plenty drinks

Don't ask Donny, bitch, ask what the Henny thinks

I make that dick stand, cause if I don't, it'll fall for anything

Hmm, I want Rome Flynn

Heard it taste like cinnamon

Let me know when

Get to rippin' like it's chicken with the bone in

I'm flown in, we keep our words short, acronym

He with you because I kicked him out the other day

I'm not a home wrecker, your niggas a runaway

Bitch, I know the first thing that you bitches think

"Long as he comin' home to me," that's what a sucker say

You couldn't check me if you was my employer

The moisture, the heat, now you think I'm a boiler

Can't make it to the room, so we gon' fuck in the foyer

I'ma find that pearl when I dig in that oyster

Why would he ever choose you first, bitch, look at me

He love the beast inside, Donny-Jinchuriki

Post that nigga on my page to get you bitches shook

Make you bitches log out, cabin in the woods

Come show you what a butch queen do up in the bedroom

And show you why I always get the tens in ballroom

We bout to scrub the ground in doggy style in the moon

You might be mother, but tonight you just my bitch

And I don't wanna fuckin' hand performance

Swear to God, I'll just dip

And you gon' take the whole thing, not just the tip

I'm comin' for Leiomy and Jazzul Escada

(Huh, huh, huh) Tens!

I never gave a fluck about a household

All my life I've been rouge

I jumped off the porch, ten toes in the road

Body a gun, go BLOCKA (ha ha) pose

A bitch couldn't check me if they was a waiter

Man, a bitch couldn't check me if they had a pen

Huh, that bitch never impressed me with that bum ass feature

Rap game, don't give a fluck what the bitch doin' for real

I gave my dick a name: a first, middle, and last

Shout out to Fleece Johnson, the way I'm on y'all ass

They beggin' for protection, my glove on Everlast

Dare you to pop it off, you'll get a body bag, huh

And I ain't mean to scare ya, its just, hmm, I like it rough for real

Dead ass, when I'm in that pussy, cat gon' purr for real

Missionary, dig you out, dig in the dirt for real

When I touch down, that ass applaud

His guess is up for me, it's goin' down for y'all

I'll take a hoe down, shout out to Kyle Horn

Treat you like royalty, treat them like a pawn

I told my baby, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up

They gon' be sick when I drop this, they gon' be illa

I told my baby, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up

Like what's hangin', we just bangin

Hmm, I want Leiomy

Hmm, and Jazzul Escada

Hmm, damn sho want Kyle Horn

Hmm, and yeah I got a partner

Hmm, be we like havin' fun

Hmm, digging in pink matter

Hmm, and I still want his mouf

Hmm, get the fuck out after