(BONUS) Mr. Edwards Lyrics

For Christmas

I want a few bad bitches

Some of those savages

My birthday

I'm feelin real flirty

Put me on display

On tuesdays

I feelin a buffet

Passin the ashtray

Right to homie

Don't know what's on me

Fuck it's a zombie

Don't call me on the phone

If you ain't talkin bone

You better watch the tone

I'll really take the thrown

Pop pop let it go

Drop drop to the floor

Hit it pass to the next

Oh my god Issa flex

I gotta go

Go make some more Money

Bitches resist

All in they dreams funny

For Christmas

I want a few bad bitches

Some of those savages

My birthday

I'm feelin real flirty

Put me on display

On tuesdays

I feelin a buffet

Passin the ashtray

Right to homie

Don't know what's on me

Fuck it's a zombie

Bonnie and Clyde

Fuck with the times

Push to the side

(Hoe)

Look it's my ride

Ride with the flow

Don't know where go

(Woah)

Oh you predictable

Bitch you so fictional

I am a miracle

visions are visual

It is a ritual

To shit on miserables

I am not like you

Cuz you is a virtual

If you do not fuck with the crew

I can not fuck with you

But I ain't stuck with you

Cuz I am vamanos

Order some dominos

Call up some bitches

Watch on some Netflix

Name is Edwards

Call me Hefner

Moving westwards

Dr. Edwards

Das correct word

Minor hard work

She a texter

Can not trust her

But might fuck her

She wanted knee pads

But she dont need that

Cuz Fuck the chitchat

Smokin the zig zags

Acquire big bags

Fuck the jet lag

Fuel up the jet pack

This is alfonzus

Bitches upon us

Never dishonest

Call up the old times to reminisce

Chill in a sauna that don't make sense

I'm puttin up the fence on you money hungry rats

My pockets lookin dense when I show up like this

Fuck it get real intense reppin up my business

For Christmas I said already I want some bitches

Bitches and bitches

Put me on the rich list

Fuck yo I'm stuck yo

Gotta turn it up yo

This girl is all on her phone

And she is all grown

With a nice tone

I ask her where she be goin

Cuz

For Christmas

I want a few bad bitches

Some of those savages

My birthday

I'm feelin real flirty

Put me on display

On tuesdays

I feelin a buffet

Passin the ashtray

Right to homie

Don't know what's on me

Fuck it's the real me