Blow The Pickle Songtext

Cute face, fat ass, with some dimples
Man, I'm bleedin' on this bitch, like a minstrel
Spin that ass, like the fan on the ceiling
No Popeyes, bitch, I'm gettin' chicken
She wanna fuck 'cause a young nigga trippin'
Put the dick in her out, man, her tooth ain't got fillin's
AMB, independent
Scream my name when I'm in it
Jumpin' out the gym, man, I feel like Blake Griffin
Bitch, I go ham, I ain't talkin' Thanksgiving
Gettin' head, like I'm fitted
Get the cash, then I'm dippin'

Is it me, or is it you?
You can tell if she's a goat, got her name in her hoops
Chillin' with the gang that got bitches in the coupe
Fell in love with the dank, she blow the dick like a flute
Timberland, man, I give a bitch a boot
She wanna rock on the cock like a nigga Uncle Luke
Bitch, I'm too hot, they gotta blow me like some soup Don't worry 'bout me, worry 'bout you (Okay)
I'ma do what I do

Bitch, I'm the truth
They tell me I'm greedy, I'ma need you, you, and you
They come when I'm leavin', only two seats in the coupe
Come fuck with the leader, I heard your nigga is a loser
Baby girl a chooser
Not about my music
Nigga talkin' shit, don't get your baby daddy bruised up
We just had a couple shots and now she's gettin' in the mood to fuck
Tryna beat it up, I ain't in the mood for love
So fuck your Valentine
I'm your busy nigga, I don't have the time
It's difficult enough tryna balance mine
In the club and I'm standin' on the couch
When we go back to the crib, I'm tryna put it in your mouth

Is it me, or is it you?
You can tell if she's a goat, got her name in her hoops (Uh, uh, uh, uh)
Chillin' with the gang that got bitches in the coupe
Fell in love with the dank, she blow the dick like a flute
Timberland, man, I give a bitch a boot
She wanna rock on the cock like a nigga Uncle Luke
Bitch, I'm too hot, they gotta blow me like some soup
Don't worry 'bout me, worry 'bout you
I'ma do what I do

Fell in love with the loot
Follow the leader, you only tough in a group
Ballin' on niggas, I'm MVP when I hoop
I'm fuckin' her good, I beat the pussy 'til it's noon
Blow the whistle, blow the pickle
Shake that ass, make it clap, make it wiggle

Is it me, or is it you?
You can tell if she's a goat, got her name in her hoops
Chillin' with the gang that got bitches in the coupe
Fell in love with the dank, she blow the dick like a flute
Timberland, man, I give a bitch a boot
She wanna rock on the cock like a nigga Uncle Luke
Bitch, I'm too hot, they gotta blow me like some soup
Don't worry 'bout me, worry 'bout you
I'ma do what I do

Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up
Bitch!