JODECI PT. 2 lyrics

[Chorus]
I f*ck a b*tch
I f*ck a b*tch
I f*ck a b*tch
And I change my number, okay
I f*ck a b*tch
I f*ck a b*tch
I f*ck a b*tch
And I change my number, okay
I f*ck a b*tch
I f*ck a b*tch
I f*ck a b*tch
And I change my—, okay
f*ck a b*tch
I f*ck a b*tch
I f*ck a b*tch
And I change my number, okay

[Verse 1]
Eat it up, eat it up
Put in on my face, okay
You nasty b*tch
Bet you never smoked a blunt while sucking a di*k
You probably did, you nasty b*tch
I get some money
Count it for me, now ain't it lovely?
She wanna be my Teletubby
Cuddybuddy, coochie bubbly
I'm Otto Rocket
Every time shorty 'pon di c*cky
Or when she call me Papi
A n*gga like that sh*t
di*k not that big but I'ma still give it to ya
Like oodles, noodles and Vicodins (Uh)
When ass get sick
Should never ever have to ask ya ass if you gon' suck my di*k
sh*t, I thought you wanted kids
You should just wanna do it like Nike Flips
While we watch Like Mike and ignite some zips
I lay you down and give you kyanite of di*k
Fat n*ggas gotta eat, I might bite the clit
And if ya momma don't like me I'll fight the b*tch
sh*t, you don't like her I'll snipe the b*tch
Front me that pus*y, baby, so I can buy me a brick
Split it down with Carvelle and go buy me a whip
Need that FN Herstal with magenta tips
And with the leftover chips
I'll get some extra clips and a bag of Ripz
[Chorus]
I f*ck a b*tch
I f*ck a b*tch
I f*ck a b*tch
And I change my number, okay
I f*ck a b*tch
I f*ck a b*tch
I f*ck a b*tch
And I change my number, okay
I f*ck a b*tch
I f*ck a b*tch
I f*ck a b*tch
And I change my—, okay
f*ck a b*tch
I f*ck a b*tch
I f*ck a b*tch
And I change my number, okay
I f*ck a b*tch
I f*ck a b*tch
I f*ck a b*tch
And I change my number, okay
I f*ck a b*tch
I f*ck a b*tch
I f*ck a b*tch
And I change my number, okay
I f*ck a b*tch
I f*ck a b*tch
I f*ck a b*tch
And I change my—, okay
f*ck a b*tch
I f*ck a b*tch
I f*ck a b*tch
And I change my number, okay
[Verse 2]
I don't give a f*ck, baby, I know a n*gga ain't sh*t
I'm tellin' all my friends 'bout how I f*cked ya, b*tch
"Bro, I'm telling y'all n*ggas"
"The way she sucked my di*k"
"Swear to God, would've thought a n*gga was Eartha Kitt"
Let's play search and destroy so I can plant this di*k
Camp right beside it, in ya bushes I'm hiding
Case a n*gga try to defuse my hit, uh
They 0 and 6
Ain't it crazy, the felati', how my di*k and ya lips just coexist?
Even crazy how I'd rather hit a lick than stick it in
Do a ten to ten then a ten to ten again
Until my dividends touching the ceiling fan and winged men
Get it out the mud like ATVs and piglets
How you let me f*ck ya b*tch straight off my sentences?
Different b*tches with same intentions, they synonyms
You Cinnabon, little one, these n*ggas cinnamon