Blowjob Lyrics

Bag daddy back from Afghan gimme lap dance

Lead singer of the Gap Band I ain't got bands

I got overfilled trash cans

Walmart bags on the doorknob

No prob, all I did was ask for a blowjob

Crib dirty and my car dirty I don't give a fuck

Still working, never in early they don't pay enough

Judge on my nuts, fuzz on my nuts, get the fuck

Dollar signs low but hard times known to get you tough

Fore my girl try and trace some, Ima lace some

Look for me wherever bass bump and make em play some

It's an angel over my head

Turned 33 and grew wings

Holding on to every word said

Bitch you can't play for two teams

I been solo for so long

I don't know how to do screens

RIP swisha sweet jones

I can turn a pawn to a queen

I can turn a gift to a dream

Used to turn the juice into lean

Met my nigga Glaze on the 3rd

He can turn a deuce into green

Not in y'all state, that's what they all state

Get my thoughts straight, I can't even much walk straight

Few to the face on it all day

Cuz it's easing up my mind

Greasing up her spine

Get back up cuz my bae say she need it one more time

Ain't no rush just be patient

Sit on my face for vacation

I like the flavor the fragrance

So delicate the occasion is heaven sent

Keep that shit fresher than a peppermint

I love seeing my angel look so devilish

No blemishes, perfection in my mind

Caress me with more lies

I feel blessed between yo, I see blessings in yo eyes

Bag daddy back from Afghan gimme lap dance

Lead singer of the Gap Band I ain't got bands

I got overfilled trash cans

Walmart bags on the doorknob

No prob, all I did was ask for a blowjob