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(Catfish)
Let me take a minute and stroll around
Come back to the booth like a pit bull with a frown (woof)
Competitive and poetic, forget it
I'm ahead of it, I'm celibate like I ain't fucking around (yeah)
It's apart of my human nature
I'm cooking up, baby, lift your plate up
Words flying off of the trees like dry leaves in a breeze
You might have to pick a rake up
I once met a girl at the airport in some Air Forces and a bag of Hot Cheetos
She had an ego
Pulling a Louis Vuitto
Hotter than jalapenos and bean burritos
She stuck her nose up when I approached her, then I got closer
Don't you need a drink though?
Thirty minutes later she pulling out her phone giving me a freak show
Well, ain't that neato?
What's in a name?
What's in a name?
Well, everything when you're Michael Wayne
Helicopter, airplane, train
Yeah, motorcycle chain
Motherfucking box frame
I came, I saw, I lean
On the wall watched y'all pitfall
From the sticks, I crawl
To the ball in my hand
I'm saying
From the left field, Gary Sheffield
And just like him, I'll be a hall of famer
Look, I ain't scared, don't make me call my angels
You'll be horizontal
Eyeball to ankles
Decked out in camouflage, y'all can't see me
Dipped off in a big Dodge Cowbeezy
Bad lil' thot, she a vibe come see me
Uh, she want it right now, she needy
Jumping in the pussy like Cowabunga
Hope you get offended by the way I'm stunting
Won't dive in if I ain't got no rubber
We came from the bottom of the rubble
If they hating on me, then it's fuck 'em
She a freak a show, I'm lethal
Sitting on a couple of heaters that would change your demeanor
Put you down in the fetal and you'll never recover
Somebody roll the marijuana
Blowing out your speakers
Nirvana
These hoes simple
Gucci, Prada
Put it in her mouth
My enchilada
Still hungover from the movie last night
Yeah, I'm winning, damn right
I'm about to lay the pipe in a little shawty that came from the west
She flew to the east to see how I really live life
Me and Catfish like chicken fried rice
If you want it, you could get it on site
Used to slaughter pigs so if rap didn't work it was back to the pen
But I didn't think twice
Ooh, I been on my shit all night
Tell me, do you wanna roll the dice?
Only pull up if the price is right
Yeah, Bob Barker
Yeah, Bob Barker
Yeah, Bob Barker
I got her hotter than a kerosene heater
Like a preacher
Made her a believer
Put her in a two seater
Twenty minutes, she was yelling with her feet up
Sick in the head
Beat the pussy to death
Put it to bed
Give me the check
Let her swipe my Visa
I'm a geezer
Old school, I tease you
Leave you with a wet muff
Leave it to beaver
Or swipe the AMEX, if the price is right, I might snap your spandex
Prophylactics popped off the hotel dresser
I'm a mess, yeah, popped a Xanax
We ain't even danced yet
You ain't even a fan yet
Girl, where's ya mans at?
I don't know, but if I had her to myself, I'd take her back to the shack into the bus
Where my band's at?
Ooh, I been on my shit all night
Tell me, do you wanna roll the dice?
Only pull up if the price is right
Yeah, Bob Barker
Yeah, Bob Barker
Yeah, Bob Barker
WRITERS
Josh Winkler, Michael Atha, Paul Mifsud, William Washington
PUBLISHERS
Lyrics © DistroKid
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