Liver / Moshpit Lyrics

Yeah, I know I did you wrong Yeah, that's my bad

Yeah, I know I fucked up, How many times do I gotta say sorry

I'ma pull up, squeezing glock, I ain't no game,

I ain't no Atari

Baby, she ride on my dick like a Harley

She gon' Bob on my dick like I'm Marley

I been running from my problems, I been faded They been showing love, where the hatred

Take it, feel like I can't take it

But I make it through, so it is what it is

Stay with my pole and stay prayed up,

Can't go out like them niggas

My shorty raw and hard to find She my little action figure

I put my dick in her liver

Baby gon' swallow like liquor

She call me daddy and mister I put my dick in Her motherfuckin' system

Ooh, you know I been number one I'm not Number two, do I look like a pencil

Baby, she give me good brain, I can feel it in Her mental

Lil' nigga, yeah, you know this a stain,

And you better not give me no issues

Baby, so bad, let me date you

Never mind, might just hate you

Why the fuck do you think I hate you?

See a opp, got my fire, I'ma bake

Hit her from the back, on the camera, I'ma take two

Boy, I got my fire, so that mean I won't mase you

That mean that I will not use my hands

When I get too high, I do my dance

Mama say she love me, do me scan

I been by my lonely, don't have friends

I don't give a fuck, I just want bands

I'ma see it through, I got a plan

Yeah, ayy, I got this plan on the floor, my boy

I'ma push up, pull up with this Glockie, no this Not no toy

Hold on, let me catch my breath, I think I'm finna lose my voice

Okay, me and bro pull up, kick shit sensei

You don't got paper, you waitin' on payday I'ma pull up, I'ma shoot, cause I'm cray-cray

Smokin' on za, got this is my ese

Baby, she wrote me a paragraph, essay

Ice on my neck like cereal, frosted flakes

I'ma keep it goin', I'ma get to the munion

When I hit from the back, I'ma smack on her Bunion

She feel it in her stomach, tum-tum

Try to get the ups on me, I ain't dumb dumb

Police get behind me, I run, run

Dunks on my feet like I rim run

I got za, i b smokin' on tree

You know all of my niggas elite

You know I got that Glocky on me

I just punched my phone bill, it was free

You know I scam

Baby threw the pussy, she a freak

I'm like, "damn"

Finna smack down on my bitch like Summer Slam

Nigga, you a sandwich, you a ham

Matter of fact, I had to toast his ass

His gun jammed, I'm like, oh damn

I got these perkies for the low, but I don't sell man

If we get caught up in that room, please don't tell man

Little bro done got to telling, I'm like, oh damn

I be fuckin' on my baby, like to hold hands

Yeah, if you do my, yeah, if you do me wrong, ooh

I'ma bust your, mm, I'ma bust your dome, ooh

Slide out with the, ooh, yeah, slide out with it chrome

Ooh, I think they tapped my, yeah, I think they tapped my phone

Ooh, you cannot keep it with the Jones

This swag why I hear my, mm-hmm

This swag why I hear my own

If you snitch, you breaking the code