GREEDY Lyrics

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

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

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

Like what's hangin', we just bangin

Shout out to Lancy, I want that sexyy red

I love me a red bottom, got my shoes on the bed

Ain't talkin' Christian mingle when I'm sayin' amen

A men, aww man

Head game too fire, bout to rent a space up in your jaw

And nickname you Miss Pearly

Bae don't throw me out if I ejaculate too early

Take it for love, hold that nut and don't get squirrely

I'm bout to, bout to

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

(ha ha ha) 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

That bitch never impressed me with that bum ass feature

Rap game, don't give a fuck 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, it's just 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

I guess its 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 in 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, but we like having fun

Hmm, diggin' in pink matter

Hmm, and I still want his mouf

Hmm, get the fuck out after