No More Heroes Lyrics

I came in way too hot

Got something to say, but I talk a lot

If you're comparing my sex to fragrances, he said it's feeling like Baccarat

But I think Bakugo, 'cause when I start sweating, it gets explosive

I'ma throw my pink ball down his alleyway, strike out like bowling

He wanna swim in the ocean

But it's full of great whites, piranhas, and sperm whales and full of commotion

So follow my hoshin

Wait, oh shit!

Lemme get a li'l SPF in the lotion

They say"Laissez les bons temps rouler" but ain't shit rolling

But oui cher

Heard about a lot of things, but ain't heard about me yet

It's evident, you ain't never ever ever met a bitch like me yet

Fan me with tropical leaves while I put my feet back

It's crunch time, like celery stalks, some kind of green snack

Been stopped kicking up the sand to get my feet wet

Ain't worried about bitches feelings or their feedback

Coming for all my dicks this year because I need that

This the last time I don a cape, 'cause I don't feel that

Ain't no more heroes

These bitches get a hip replacement, and they're still broke

Ain't fucking with the sentiment

Not even a little bit

I'm sweeter than cinnamon

Like a bimbo

Any one of you bitches, any one of you hoes thinking you can try me, it can give combo

I'ma whip these billy-headed blank ass hoes in shape, Tae Bo

Check me out

What's that on my wrist? It ain't no drought

I said check me out

What's that on my wrist? It ain't no drought

Check the wrist

Check the neck, check the shoes, check the ass, check the fit

Check cleared; if a bitch play with it then I might check the bitch

Used to let bitches out move me now I play checkers, bitch

Backgammon, chess, spades, poker face, twenty-one, guess the chip

I be, I be giving, giving life like a uterus

I be, I be always late to work, off duty shit

Money money me, my Swiss account kinda full of it

Honey, honey, you done had your chance; ain't no fooling shit

I'm schooling shit

Change your whole mood, I'm a magician

Benji never ever felt these hoes, I'm no physician

Spit that shit that stimulates follicles like beauticians

It's never been about what you're getting but what you're giving

I'm giving grown man, you're giving too broke

You're giving too short, baby; I done had enough

It's giving sour punch, pucker up candy

It's making bitches bubble up, outstanding

They can't stand me

(Ahahahahahahaha)

But who told these bitches to get up?