JUICY CHERRY PIE ft. Uelocty Lyrics

(Woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo)

Boys are self centered

On the platter, front and center

Talking all that shit bout women

(Boy go sit down) And his mother

Such a loser, you ain't straight

Up and down, bitch you gay

Don't be talking shit cause you a stray

Here go fetch, go play

Ladies, don't get blindsided

He likes bussy, not your pussy

Not to be conceited but your man has a case

He gon plead it

Don't want your man, so quit talking shit

Fo' I ride his face and make him my bitch

Should I mention he a freak? He a tight lil bitch

Before he comes, I go "who's my bitch?"

"Who's my bitch?"

"I'm your bitch"

You bitches are the real faggots

Wanna be me, that's so tragic

Say my name, it causes traffic

Say your name, I don't hear static

All your views are systematic

We both know you wanna grab it

Your hand reminds me of your dad's

Feeling nostalgic? (Aha, your dad's DL)

I told you once, won't tell you twice

Say it once, I'll grab the dice

Open your mouth, it's on sight

Stick your head on your kid's kite

I don't bark, bitch I bite

Ain't no maybe's, ain't no mights

Driving through the city

With my machete i'm out tonight

My bussy so tight, tastes like juicy cherry pie

Why you so uptight? don't be rude be polite

You can have a piece, I'm worth the fight

I'm just kidding, hoe back up

Living my life makes me bust

Living your life, damn that sucks

You won't ever see me with a man

Matter of fact, I need a tan

Losing weight, I need a fan

30lbs I know you gagged

Ass too fat, give me a pass

You're in the past, in the trash

Don't worry bout me and God's plan

You go worry bout drugs and cans

(Uelocty) Throw them bitches in the trash

Use em like a piece of ass

He eat this pussy like it's fun, his girl crying well thats bad

Got these hoes going crazy

Might just let em eat my ass

Piss in the mouth too, wipe it like a fucking rag

Put yo head down bitch, catch you like a fucking tag. I toss you like a ragdoll, broken like a fucking hag.

Summer's coming up

And I'm only getting hotter

Sexier and better

Bussy tight and wetter

I might send you a letter

Tell you my ass got fatter

She's on the floor go get her

I think I just upset her

It's prolly too much pressure

I'm lethal and in leather

Front in line, front in center

Pop that shit forever

(Aye) Put that shit on leather, bold print get it together

Slutty men talking shit, blow em like a fucking feather

Not a blowjob, but you know he's sitting getting fucking wetter

Not between his legs, they ain't wide, he's crying in the ethers.

Madonna complex ass bitches, mommy got em tethered

Dad's a narcissist too, so you know his mental splattered

He say he like pussy, can't eat it, it don't matter

He take it from the back, back arched, on a platter.

E-Y-E-A and that's forever

(Mwuah)

Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it

I really am that girl though

You bitches can't

Y'all are a bunch of fucking losers

Up in my fucking world bitch

(Ya, ya, ya, ya)