LOVEY-DOVEY by Brexton

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I was trapping, tryna get all that cheese, and dat money
 
She really think I'm jokin', that's funny
 
Cuz I ain't jokin', nobody wanna trust me, nah-ah
 
I was catching bodies, catch him lackin', now he clumsy
 
Nowadays shit just get real bloody, huh-uh
 
Trapping, get the money for my mommy, huh-uh
 
Y'all niggas gettin touchy, I ain't really one for lovey-dovey
 
 
 
She say that she ugly, I say that she lovely
 
Fuck with me then touch me, why your best friend fuck me?
 
Nobody really loves me, what does feelin' loved be?
 
I just can't trust nobody, you niggas need to study
 
I don't want no buddies, ma' say my ass lucky
 
Niggas sweet like honey, roughly round twenty thousand
 
They come to hug me, came out from dat dirt, it was muddy
 
It was never really sunny, memories be fuzzy
 
Brains splattered all around the walls, shit gets ugly
 
She was fugly as hell, and she was dusty, crusty, musty fusty lusty
 
Motherfucker tryna fuck me, she give me them puppy
 
(Eyes) Eyes, eyes, she in dat Buggy, huh
 
Give dem carrots to them bunnies, fuck around, now we playin rugby
 
She tried to rough me up, she love me, she feel it in her tummy
 
Full automatic, I ain't really one for bein' bubbly or snugly
 
I smirk smugly, these niggas gettin comfy
 
When I eat dat ass I'm sayin', "Yummy" yeah
 
All you niggas walk round tryna thrust me
 
Cops walkin round they tryna bust me, bust me
 
I ain't ever get busted you prolly killed yo' hubby, hubby
 
We gon' do this shit like it's Bubble Guppies, huh-yeah
 
I was with my ma' in Kentucky, Kentucky
 
She was with her grandma, my ex would call me Dummy
 
And I ain't talkin' Natsuki, bitch, she fluffy
 
I was with my gang, now my bitch fussy
 
Play with him like putty, why he turnt so chubby?
 
Burnt a bitch, she jumpy, she nutty, huh-uh
 
They tried to gun me and shun me and stun me
 
And front me and stunt me, they tried to scrub me
 
From existence, I'ma do this shit like Teletubbies
 
Yeah, mofos tried to mug me
 
The only mug they gettin' is a mugshot, hoes can't touch me or cut me
 
Lay in the cutter, bitch, you yucky, yeah, yeah, yucky, yeah, yeah, yucky
 
Now you tryna lie and fucking one-up me
 
I'm the only one who can trust G's, I love cheese
 
Me and my gang, we love cheese, I just fucking upped cheese
 
Now a nigga be rusty as hell, she unlucky, yeah
 
I know that you hate me, but your voice husky
 
She say that she love me, that shit be funky
 
I can't trust nobody, love is mushy, mushy
 
She done caught a body, she so scummy, scummy
 
Here I come, here I come, here I come, G's
 
Better run, and just know you can't out-run me
 
Runnin' faster, bitches know I get grumpy
 
I fly high like a Pelican, he got his toy ducky
 
I don't trust no bitch, they try to dick-suck me
 
They dick-riders, I got my goddamn Hush Puppy
 
I'm so tired, you know damn well life be sucky, huh
 
 
 
I was trapping, tryna get all that cheese, and dat money
 
She really think I'm jokin', that's funny
 
Cuz I ain't jokin', nobody wanna trust me, nah-ah
 
I was catching bodies, catch him lackin', now he clumsy
 
Nowadays shit just get real bloody, huh-uh
 
Trapping, get the money for my mommy, huh-uh
 
Y'all niggas gettin touchy, I ain't really one for lovey-dovey
 
 
 
These niggas know I roll up the sticky (sticky)
 
I just pull up wit' a Glock to yo' damn city, city
 
Fuck a nigga mean? I mean, it's no biggie, biggie
 
I just fucked him up, 50/50, when my grandma turned 60
 
She went to Mississippi, you hoes gon' die real quickly
 
You know I don't play pretty, she say she busy
 
But she ain't busy we split it 50/50 I don't feel pity
 
For any of you hoes murder you hoes it's risky
 
You're like a mini me without the whiskey
 
Now a nigga kitty me I'm way too witty, huh
 
Now these hoes Mickey, shit gets real tricky
 
Makin all dem girls dizzy, Minaj wit' the Nicki
 
Now you hoes be sickly, fuck that bitch named Libby
 
Hoes try to out-shit me or out-wit me or out-win me, yeah
 
Some try to out-sin me, baby, is you with me?
 
Now you niggas Ricky, fuck that bitch, I'm giddy
 
Now you hoes be Dixie, I fucked up, Woah Vicky
 
My bars way too gritty, I don't trust no hippies
 
You hoes got them hickeys, I got 'em real tipsy
 
Bat like we play Piggy, they try to out-bid me
 
Catch bars, I ain't picky, they prolly cherry-picked me
 
I really don't fuck with G's, they really wanna get cheese
 
They say they out to get me, I'm snortin' dust that is Pixie
 
Now a nigga feelin' shitty, live life, live life real jiffy
 
If he tried to catch a bitch we gon' fuck him up, he itty-bitty
 
Now you got my heart skippin', better go and tip me
 
Stick my dick in your throat, I don't want no Diddy
 
As a fucking kiddie, I was really spiffy, I was really skinny
 
Now niggas act like sissies, I fucked up, yeah, her name is Missy
 
I feel like if he tried to fuck around, he's a dickweed
 
Now you niggas are dickheads I guess they so privy
 
Yeah, I ain't Rose, nor am I Gypsy
 
I don't fuck with hoes, I fuck with Christie
 
I ain't wantin' those, shit gets misty, huh
 
I'm just with my bros, let the bitch see, bitch see
 
You know I stay on my toes, somethin' smells fishy
 
I don't really know if I should continue sailin' this sea, this sea
 
She told me she love me, my bars crispy
 
Now I'm with her mommy, yeah, so what, Chrissy?
 
She was on my dick, she prolly wished we
 
Could get back together, my soda fizzy, fizzy
 
Now a nigga in his head, she tried to kiss me, kiss me
 
Nowadays these niggas act real pissy
 
Now you try to lie? I'm with the big G's
 
I'm with the big dawgs, I'm with Miss C_
 
I guitar these rhymes, I know you miss, you prolly missed me
 
My bars wispy, bitch, I'm like Walt Disney
 
Niggas act like Trixie, no Lulamoon, I'm so nifty, huh
 
I got my Glizzy and my Blicky, you cannot trick me, nah
 
Back in the 60s I was rhyming so fire, you cannot fucking fix me, no-no
 
 
 
I was trapping, tryna get all that cheese, and dat money
 
She really think I'm jokin', that's funny
 
Cuz I ain't jokin', nobody wanna trust me, nah-ah
 
I was catching bodies, catch him lackin', now he clumsy
 
Nowadays shit just get real bloody, huh-uh
 
Trapping, get the money for my mommy, huh-uh
 
Y'all niggas gettin touchy, I ain't really one for lovey-dovey

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