
Margaret Snatcher Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2024
Lyrics
You're like a drug and I need a pack, Only euphoria back to back to back
Shots, shots, shots, shots, shots, shots, shots, shots, shots
On and on until we collapse, I'm snatchin' her soul, she's snatchin' me back
Shots, shots, shots, shots, shots, shots, shots, shots, shots, shots
Guaranteed to make you, Undefeated in one-on-ones
Hit me up when you get done
I need cigars, please bring me some, Let's blow it down, I got you hun
No worries here, not a single one, You can have anything you want
All she wanted was D for brunch, Round and round, we humped through lunch
Order in, our time is crunch, Skipped the bread, I ate her buns
Zero carbs, but all the fun, They just eat, I mastered tongue
Five minutes, her ass was stunned, Talkin' bout where you learn that from
I bet you do that to everyone, Ah, ah, ah
Get you some, Shit gets weird, that's when I run
Andale, andale, andale, andale, andale, andale, andale, arriba
You're like a drug and I need a pack, Only euphoria back to back to back
Shots, shots, shots, shots, shots, shots, shots, shots
On and on until we collapse, I'm snatchin' her soul, she's snatchin' me back
Shots, shots, shots, shots, shots, shots, shots, shots, shots
Textin' me while she's at work, Clock out and come get this work
She went home and showered first, Came in and dropped her purse
Reached in, pulled out a perk, Put it in my mouth and smirked
Hands down, my pants she jerked, Angelic ass made me convert
My prayer hands all up her shirt, She so wet, I had to surf
Piped her down until I burst, She couldn't take it all at first
Ran from my dick like a perp, Made her scream like she gave birth
Callin' God like we're at church, All night like teenagers
Sex, wine, and good reefer, Smoked again, our minds are blurred
Lost in lust, can't find the words, Thinkin' bout more time for sure
She confirmed it's fine with her, Typin' in my integers
One last time I entered her, iPhone's on silencer
You're like a drug and I need a pack, Only euphoria back to back to back
Shots, shots, shots, shots, shots, shots, shots, shots
On and on until we collapse, I'm snatchin' her soul, she's snatchin' me back
Shots, shots, shots, shots, shots, shots, shots, shots