Ol' Papa Leo ft. Chris Beadle Lyrics

That's right

You know it's a hit

Don't suck it too quick

I don't want you to choke

When you deep throat

Suck, suck it real good

Suck it real good

I know you could

Ol' Papa Leo off a beer and a wax pen

Talking his shit, let em know that you nasty

Ol' Papa Leo off a beer and a wax pen

Talking his shit, let em know that you nasty

Sorry bitch

Suck it good

Suck it real quick

Oh wait, did I say real quick

Man, make the stick hit real quick

Bitch slow down

I mean, I know I said real quick

But you hit the stick real quick

You bitch

I'm eating this bri

Suck it so slow

Getting hella lit

SpongeBob and Patrick

We done came out all that bad shit

I'm a California king

And I'm sleeping on a mattress

Never catching Z's

Only running up my bag

If I ever fumble it'll be my bad, my bad

My bad, my bad, my bad

If I fumble it'll be my bad

My bad, my bad, my

We done been through it all

Came from sleeping on the floor

I ain't got time

I ain't tripping about y'all

Heart so cold

Like its zero and below

I never say shit

Keep my feeling on the low

On the low

Uh, moving slow

My foot up on the peddle

Hit the gas, lets go

I'm catching that ass

And I tell her nice throw

She say she like my flow

And the way my eyes glow

Uh, but I don't even know

I might just let her go

I'm putting on a show

And there's plenty other hoes

They all up in my DM's

Once I started making dough

But where the fuck were you when,

I was getting hella lit

SpongeBob and Patrick

We done came out all that bad shit

I'm a California king

And I'm sleeping on a mattress

Never catching Z's

Only running up my bag

If I ever fumble it'll be my bad, my bad

My bad, my bad, my bad

If I fumble it'll be my bad

My bad, my bad my

Hey baby

Just had to come back real quick

I know how you like to suck this dick

But you really got big teeth

All I got to say

Scrapes, scrapes hard

Sucking on these

Fucking fat ass nards

Aye, got Leo with the bars

Part 1, part 2 not far

Get up on the mic

And I'm leaving with scars

Got all this gas, no fart uh

Aye, headed straight to the charts

Sy and Leo with me driving crazy with the cars

Always been a weird kid

Always been making arts

Now I'm up and I see you from a far

When you spread those legs

All I smell is tidal waves

And stank ass shit

Bitch

Don't be fucking calling me no more

I don't want to see those legs spread ever again

For real

When you spread those legs

All I smell is tidal waves

And stank ass shit

Bitch

Don't be fucking calling me no more

I don't want to see those legs spread ever again

For real

Bitch