My Lil Rascal Lyrics

Dear Darla, I hate your stinking guts. You make me vomit. You're scum between my toes

Listen little stupid bitch, I'm getting sick and tired of your emptiness

I reach, I reach, you pull back, yeah, don't touch me, rich

Why the fuck we always gotta fuss and shit

Kids gon' question is if they hear us cussin' shit

Damn this love was deep, it was no sucker shit

And I miss the times when you would suck my lips

Nibble on your pussy like I'm hungry, bitch

I go, I go, go, go deep and then you bust on it

I feel, I feel at my best, right

Yeah, you and you on my left, right

Girl, it, girl, it was the best night

Started making moves, now it's feeling like a chess fight

I've been with my crew, I.M.G. until the death sight

I've been thinking about you all the time and I can't stress, right

Stuck, chill, like a couch potato, you my dust mite

Baby, you're my just right. Baby, you were just right

Tryna get, tryna get to my bands, uh

Dippin' all in my pants, uh

Takin' no chance, uh

Back in, been advanced

Got a purse, it's no cancer

Back it up, no dancers

Back it up

I am no romancer

Tryna get to my bands, uh

Dippin' all in my pants, uh

Takin' no chance, uh

Back in, been advanced

Got a purse, it's no cancer

Back it up, no dancers

Back it up

I am no romancer

Damn, I thought I needed you

Need you out my system like the eagle do

You must be toxic, damn, babe, we can eagle you

Hold on to my nuts, uh

Yeah, yeah, you a cancer, ooh

Take a half before the math, damn

You ain't still got the answer, ooh

Try to strip me before you tip me

Yeah, yeah, like a dancer

It be risky, it's nippy at the top, but not effective

If you miss me like you say you do

then that pussy should be damper

No applause, but that booty movin'

rappin' like a clapper, uh

Tryna get to my bands, uh

Dippin' all in my pants, uh

Takin' no chance, uh

Back in, been advanced

Got a purse, it's no cancer

Back it up, no dancers

Back it up

What

Back it up

Tryna get to my bands, uh

Dippin' all in my pants, uh

Takin' no chance, uh

Back in, been advanced

Back it up, girl

Got a purse, it's no cancer

Back it up, no dancers

Back it up, girl

Tryna get to my bands, uh

Dippin' all in my pants, uh

Dippin' all in my pants, uh

She loves me

She loves me not

She loves me

She loves me not

She loves me

You guys don't know what you're talking about

I have to see her