Onaroll lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
I be eatin' that Pink Slime
Hahaha
Here we go

[Verse 1]
Got my chick makin' drinks with that cream (Cream)
While I'm takin' sips of that lean (Lean)
Life ain't a b*tch, well, if you make a wish
You might break a record like me (Me)
Got a mil' at the age of nineteen (Woo!)
But I may just give that back (Woo!)
To show my friends I could do it again
If I started all from scratch, huh
A-A-All I do is rap (Rap)
You could run and tell them hoes that (That)
More pipe than a plumber, it's nice with no rubber
She like when I f*ck her like that (That)
This rap's what I do, but I been fly, been fly
You're now inside of my sick mind
That Pink Slime, Pink Slime

[Chorus]
She get good grades, suck good di*k
What more could you ask for?
Big ol' butt, love to f*ck
What more could you ask for?
f*ck with drugs, fall in love
What more could you ask for?
What more could you ask—
W-W-What more could you ask—
[Verse 2]
Go a hundred miles an hour (Woo!)
Ride around the city (Woo!)
Smokin' on that sour (Sour)
C-C-Couple bad ones with me (With me)
Used to rock all my brother's clothes
Now, designer brands, got a bunch of those (Go, go, go)
Got a bunch of diamonds and a bunch of gold (Go, go, go, go)
Ridin' by the cops, I'm like f*ck 'em though (Ha, ha, ha, ha)
Hoes turn red for that Hermès
I'm bustin' nuts on her fur vest
My life is like a circus
My head's a little unfurnished
She honor roll, she Dean's list
Her ass round like Venus
My p*nis in her cleavage
That freaky b*tch need Jesus

[Chorus]
She get good grades, suck good di*k
What more could you ask for?
Big ol' butt, love to f*ck
What more could you ask for?
f*ck with drugs, fall in love
What more could you ask for?
What more could you ask—
W-W-What more could you ask—
[Verse 3]
I'm switchin' up my flows (Flows)
Sellin' out these shows (Shows)
Pop a bottle of Dom P, then spill it all on my clothes (Oh)
Now I'm actin' so grown (Grown)
Made a business all on my own
These labels callin' my phone
But I made this business all on my own (Woo!)
Give me that bass, b*tch, I'm a basehead
Let it break sh*t 'til it make a mess (Ugh)
I wrote myself another blank check
I'm f*ckin' ill, need a AIDS test
Win-win the Heisman, I'm MVP (P)
Dan Marino, you Sandusky ('ky)
MC Hammer, they can't touch me (Me)
Skateboard P, he be on that beat (That beat)

[Chorus]
She get good grades, suck good di*k
What more could you ask for?
Big ol' butt, love to f*ck
What more could you ask for?
f*ck with drugs, fall in love
What more could you ask for?
What more could you ask—
W-W-What more could you ask—