Mrs. 32 Lyrics

So I'm at the mall the other day right

I met this chick

She like

You ever had 32 Flavors

I'm like

Bitch you Baskin Robbins

And she like

Boy listen

32 Flavors

All the guys chase her

She say when you kill it Suck it like a lifesaver

She don't fuck with basic

She too bad and bougie

All she know is Ferragamo

Louis

Prada

Gucci

We can't be exclusive

She say catch that wave though

Good at giving top

Told me finish on her face though

Who am I to say no

She so irresistible

Got the phattest ass

Even if them cheeks are fictional

Pussy taste like Skittles bro

I'm like

Really though

Shit was really dope

She the candy lady

Crop that top

Let a nigga pop that bra

Auto mechanic baby

Way she be dressing amazing

Pussy like mangoes Freak

She a island gyal

Slow-wind it gyal

That soda pop

That Faygo

And she like

Ayo

Come and taste the rainbow

Good at eating pussy

I don't stop until she say so

Show me what that cake do

She say I should taste her

Take her to the spa

And end it all with a facial

She got 32

Call her 32 Flavors

She got

She got 32

Call her 32 Flavors

She like her designer

Like it

Then she buy it

Gucci leggings on

With a thong

Start a riot

Waist on fleek

No diet

She so irregular with it

Sticky

Bubblegum titties

Grape

Tarzan

Jane

Go ape

Ain't no denying

That pussy a lake

Vibing

Come somewhere from the tropics

Switch up the wig

Rodman

Same color for the drapes

Nah

Amber Rose

She a bald one

Sunkist

What they call her

When I met her

She had blew Barry

Let her lick it like a lollipop

Til her star burst like a new cherry

Got her running like a new Chevy

Bet she take it like a champ though

Misses 32

Had a nigga tripping

Feeling something like incredible

Hulking on it like a edible

Sleeping in it like a sedative

Told me hit it like a home run

Knock it out the park

On repetitive

Ayo

Come and taste the rainbow

Good at eating pussy

I don't stop until she say so

Show me what that cake do

She say I should taste her

Take her to the spa

And end it all with a facial

She got 32

Call her 32 Flavors

She got

She got 32

Call her 32 Flavors

Look out, there she go

Rock

And she roll

Everything foreign about that girl

Look at her clothes

Goddamn right she spoiled

She just like to cut though

Not just anybody

Big

Scissors to your nuts

Bro

Blocking shit

Mutombo

She might let you dunk though

Baddie smart as fuck

Always giving out dumb throat

Sweet Tea Bae

Head like GTA

32 Flavors

So basically

You are like a Baskin Robbins

Just as a person

I mean

How does that really work

Like

You got nine more flavors than Dr. Pepper or some shit

I'm confused here

It's like

Damn

No

Really

Explain

Come back

Fuck it