Velours - Yummy

Tummy full of edible gummies, I'm feeling yummy
Juicy tracks suit whenever
I'm feeling bummy
Big heels got the pleasure, so pleasing him something funny
Baby fat just wrecked whenever he's feeling cummy
Yeah, you bucked you back, he's can't rhyme for s*it
Heard your record and your lines sound just like his
State the difference, me and you, b*tch, my s*it hits
You're a size big, b*tch
And my s*it fits
I'm the first lady of juicy couture
Got a little cash now, so the skirt is dior
And my lips look just like a man to the boards
Now the kids out screaming you were better before
Before what
B*tch, still scornin' away
Still sippin' red bull about a gallon a day
Still rockin' chin chillin' knowin' I didn't in trouble
Double-double, yeah, they're asking for the thighs on the side but
I never take him home unless it's eyes on the bride
Run with coke heads if they rock my friends
Let him spend the night in my hot pink bed
Maybe send him home with a lot more bread
I'm just tryna keep all the porn stars fed
Yeah, he love me, but he f*cks me like he hates my guts
He hit the spot to make me squirt and let me paint his nuts
He pay me right then, right there when he busts
I'm a fake b*tch, so
I'm paying him dust
I do it for the girls and the gays, that's it
The queens and the queers, yeah, they loving my s*it
You shout the f*ck out to the girls with the big ass lips
And shout the f*ck out to the girls with the big ass d*cks
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