Scrub The Ground (Interlude)

Oh Yeah
God i hope she suck my dick tonight
Oh Yeah
We got all the time in the world
But bad bitches don’t break curfew
You see her in that Panamera pumpkin
Louis Vuitton glass slippers for my Cinderella
Dirty girl clean up so good
Dirty girl clean up so good
Dirty girl clean up so good
Cinderella clean up so good that I say
Aye bruh, too man too be pussy
Aye bruh, too hot too paint these nigga’s ain’t funny
Aye bruh it’s 50 dollars a zip, bet yo fly down
Need a real (?) on yo jeans to buy designer drugs for me
Aye Carroll, Carroll, cut it, cut it Carroll
Keep babying me in my white tee
I’m the frenchies I made you lean
Like you gon go out next week
Fuck the night ho like you left your wallet at home
You by tomorrow, Majin Buu’d up pop trunks like I’m future Trunks
Blue haired bitches still with the capsules so
Pen over the soul ain’t that right dog
Could still do my signature with my left
Like my nigga future go home
And she still ain’t move on
Yo bitch in love with love, so stop thinking bout why
She trust a lie, why she lie?
I know that bitch lyin'
So get them forever thoughts out your damn mind
At least you got laid
Niggas in my line of fire
And all ya’ll look like Valentines
Never throw hands over no ho
I know better than these broken hearted pussy nigga’s though
The fuck is you talkin' bout
In the moment all ya wanted was the sex
So I don’t need ya when my ass about to text with you