#listerine Lyrics

(She finna spit that bitch out like Listerine, what the fuck)

She finna spit like Listerine

He like, "Where is my watch?", that's a mystery

And that beefin' shit, don't fuckin' mention me

Please let me fuck to get rid of the tension, please (on God)

And my homie got ten of these big ass blunts, got 'em for centuries (centuries)

Give me some head, Mr. Kennedy

Booked a hotel wit' her favorite amenities

Give me some head like a murderer

Come to the door when you hear my convertible (convertible)

You can't un-fuck my best friend, bitch, that's irreversible

People want beef wit' King Julien, then they like, huh, I never heard of him

Yeah, you won't hear a thing from Mintxy if the bullets go (fffda)

But I never be sprayin' that shit, I'll have to punch a bitch up (da, da, da)

If I'm on that demon timing, huh, I just might fuck yo bitch up

Then I'ma get my rich up

Then I'ma get my rich up

Then I'ma get my rich up

Then I'ma get my rich (shut the fuck up)

Shut the fuck up when I'm rappin'

Bitch, I'm not fuckin' cappin'

Nope, hell nah, I'm not dappin'

Y'all just the soldiers, and I am the captain

And it's the booty I'm slappin', I'm getting mad even though she be laughing

She said she can't do the split on the dick, I guess I'll see you at practice

Come to the crib at 6:30, promise it get real dirty, huh, huh

Nah, she ain't off of the Molly, bad lil' bitch off of the Perky, huh, huh

I ate her up, macaroni and cheese, bitch, I was craftin' a potion

It was the potion for motion in ocean, yeah, I left that bitch soakin' (left a concussion)

And she left me drippin'

I'm the shit like a muhfuckin' pigeon

I said, we'll get yo gangy diminished

Then after that we'll count all of the spinach

Count all of the green

It ain't fake like the shit on the screen

(I was talkin' 'bout the green)

She finna spit like Listerine

He like, "Where is my watch?", that's a mystery

And that beefin' shit, don't fuckin' mention me

Please let me fuck to get rid of the tension, please (on God)

And my homie got ten of these big ass blunts, got 'em for centuries (centuries)

Give me some head, Mr. Kennedy

Booked a hotel wit' her favorite amenities