Crisco ft. ssolumm Lyrics

Yeah yeah yeah

Got like two zips in my bookbag

And when I'm hittin from the back she better look back

Alright let's go

Okay let's go let's go let's go

Yeah I been fuckin' on your bitch ho

Got a bad bitch pop it like it's Crisco

I like the way you talk back give me lip ho

And when I go to sleep she wonder where the dick go

Yeah I'm sorry baby cruising down your block in San Francisco

I been smokin' hella weed I'm gettin lit ho

I got a bitch back at home she's playin mind games

But I got this dick in her throat she like it sideways

Like what you lookin' at my bag for

Like I can't only fuck with bitches if they bad ho

Yeah and if that ass isn't fat ho

Then I'ma pull up on my last ho

Yeah like bitch what you mad for? Why you talkin' to me like I was a asshole

Yeah she eat me up like Benibachi on a late night

When I'm smokin' on this weed I'm about to take flight

Treat that shit like date night

And she pull up give me pussy every dang night

And you know that brain nice yeah

Cause she playin' with my diamonds yeah she treat that shit like stained dice

Yeah like I ain't got a fuckin' 40 in my kitchen and I'll take the top off like some shaved ice

I be fuckin' on your bitch that's my main type

Think I fucked her so good yeah she came twice

Yeah you can't get your bitch back

So when I pop it at the club go get your shit back

Bitch signing X's and O's like a tic-tac-toe

I don't wanna make it known but damn she a ho

Yeah she pulled up to my last show

Started fuckin' on this bitch in the back row

Once again I'ma ask what you mad for

Bitch you the motherfuckin' asshole

I been fuckin' on your bitch ho

Got a bad bitch pop it like it's Crisco

I like the way you talk back give me lip ho

And when I go to sleep she wonder where the dick go

Yeah I'm sorry baby cruising down your block in San Francisco

I been smokin' hella weed I'm gettin lit ho

I got a bitch back at home she's playin mind games

But I got this dick in her throat she like it sideways

Like what you lookin' at my bag for

Like I can't only fuck with bitches if they bad ho

Yeah and if that ass isn't fat ho

Then I'ma pull up on my last ho

Yeah like bitch what you mad for? Why you talkin' to me like I was a asshole

Yeah she eat me up like Benibachi on a late night

When I'm smokin' on this weed I'm about to take flight

Way I'm smokin' on this gas finna pass out

Shorty got her ass out want me to beat her back down

Know they hella mad cause they seein' all my motion

I'ma smooth ass jit yeah I'm feelin' like some lotion

Yeah I feel like Ludacris in '04 I got the potion

Yeah pop my shit like Crisco bitch I've been cold

So much drip on me lil' baby need a raincoat

She just wanna dance I told her it's take two to tango

Ah where I can't go

They be talkin' like they with it they just mangoes

Sweet every time I touch the beat Yeah you know I bring the heat

Yeah she said she wanna meet so I know she want the

Yeah I think you get the picture

Just like a broken collarbone they ain't fuckin' with you

I don't keep a side hoe yeah my main delicious

But I got another hoe just for repetitions

It's practice