SATURN SINNER Lyrics

Shippin' out some parcels

Sniffin' up some particles

Shippin' out some parcels

Shippin' out some parcels

Sniffin' up some particles

You can try and fix me, bitch

But you won't get far, though

I told her my heart cold

She a art hoe

Baby let me flip her script

She let me get the barcode

I don't wanna smoke your pack

It's wack, it's full of bark, bro

I pull out a big ass nug

Look like a artichoke

Custie said

Goddamn, can I get like three zips

You should cop a QP

You could save a lil bit

I don't wanna catch up

I don't wanna visit

Told me that she love me

Told her love me from a distance

I got a lil scheme

Do you wanna play a part, baby

All you gotta do for me

Is make a charge, baby

I could give a fuck

If I ever make the charts, baby

We gon' hit this lick

Make sure your Tracfone fully charged, baby

And make sure that you got a data card, baby

You don't get no bitches

Cause you call 'em m'lady

Make the pack disappear

Just like Malaysian

New bad bitch, she queer

Got her vibratin'

Told her, come right here

I'ma leave your thighs shakin'

I was juggin' shit at six years old

When y'all were MySpacin'

Damn, nah, I don't fuck with you people

Nah, nah, nah

I don't fuck with you people

Nah, nah, hell nah

I don't fuck with you people

I just move like that water

With that drip, I'm Spike Spiegel

Ay, I just scammed a lonely ass woman

Christian Mingle

Ay, I just want my bread

I could give a fuck if it's legal

I just wanna hit, could give a fuck

If she not single

Yeah, first we made a movie

And then we made the sequel

Cosmic Brownies on my neck, bitch

Do you see the sprinkles

Ay, shawty casting hexes

I think she might be evil

Ain't replyin' to your messages

I don't fuck with you people

Better stop smokin' that bullshit

Gon' end up with emphysema

Damn

Hey, darlin', do you wanna help STARRBBY

Wanna help STARRBBY

Damn

Yeah, I got a lil scheme

Do you wanna play a part, baby

All you gotta do for me

Is make a charge, baby

I could give a fuck

If I ever make the charts, baby

We gon' hit this lick

Make sure your Tracfone fully charged, baby

And make sure that you got a data card, baby

You don't get no bitches

Cause you call 'em m'lady

Make the pack disappear

Just like Malaysian

New bad bitch, she queer

Got her vibratin'

Told her, come right here

I'ma leave your thighs shakin'

I was juggin' shit at six years old

When y'all were MySpacin'

Damn, damn

I was juggin' shit at six years old

When y'all were MySpacin'

Damn

New bad bitch, got her gyratin'

I'm a dog, so back in school

My homework, I ate it

Need some hardware, I could jugg it

Need some software, I could pirate it