Aunt Pat lyrics

[Intro]
Something about them stars on the ceiling
I swear I'm hypnotized on 'em
I swear I'm hypnotized baby
I swear I'm hypnotized

[Chorus]
Like Popeyes she got some thighs on her
And if he slipping we gon' slide on him
Just like some tires we gon' ride on him
She pop a wheelie then she glide on me
My pockets cheesy like my aunty's macaroni (Aunty pat, yeah)
We get to the bread like a pack of bologna (Yeah)
She gonna ride up on this di*k just like a pony
I'ma do some tricks up on that b*tch like Tony

[Verse 1]
I can't get her pregnant, I'm just simply steppin' in
All my b*tches beauty pageants, got my b*tches immaculate
b*tch I'm the sh*t like flatulence, I got your b*tch on top of the di*k
She so fascinated when I say squid (Squid, squid, squid, squid)
Believe it, b*tch, achieve it b*tch
f*ck on the ho then I leave the b*tch
Forehead tatted like Quan Chi
Replacing these hoes with no warranty
All these hoes ain't guarantied
Pockets swole like Mr. T, nut in her she marry me
[Interlude]
Something about them stars on the ceiling
I swear I'm hypnotized on 'em
I swear I'm hypnotized baby
I swear I'm hypnotized

[Chorus]
Like Popeyes she got some thighs on her
And if he slipping we gon' slide on him
Just like some tires we gon' ride on him
She pop a wheelie then she glide on me
My pockets cheesy like my aunty's macaroni (Aunty pat, yeah)
We get to the bread like a pack of bologna (Yeah)
She gonna ride up on this di*k just like a pony
I'ma do some tricks up on that b*tch like Tony

[Verse 2]
My b*tch in Olympics, my b*tch study physics
My b*tch put her legs behind her head and bust a split (Yeah)
Move she gettin' plenty bread, broke hoes need to go to jail
Pick her up like she's on sale, in her box just like some mail
You've got mail (Yeah)
b*tch I got ice like a penguin, I'm on fire extinguish
I want your head you genius, ooh, don't smoke no incense
Give me space like an indent, gas is louder than arguments
[Interlude]
Something about them stars on the ceiling
I swear I'm hypnotized on 'em
I swear I'm hypnotized baby
I swear I'm hypnotized

[Chorus]
Like Popeyes she got some thighs on her
And if he slipping we gon' slide on him
Just like some tires we gon' ride on him
She pop a wheelie then she glide on me
My pockets cheesy like my aunty's macaroni (Aunty pat, yeah)
We get to the bread like a pack of bologna (Yeah)
She gonna ride up on this di*k just like a pony
I'ma do some tricks up on that b*tch like Tony