Wowzers freestyle lyrics

Look, my di*k a bazooka, my house ain't a safe place
My di*k is a movie, her pus*y just press play
My tongue go prrrr, her pus*y pop
She tried to wake me up and I told that pus*y stop
Don't do that, I'm a sl*tty boy and you knew that
I'm eating pus*y like true that, I f*cks the whore and hit the headboard
Her mother at the door, I'm like who that?
I say hold, ma, you gotta wait, 'cause me and my di*k we don't play
No texting late, I want an extra plate of that pus*y part soufflé
And if my di*k an AK my door must be a gun store
Follow me on Instagram, you see killers lean and fun whores
No f*ck, why the f*ck you come for? b*tch, let me see that box
And if the pus*y red, I want top, her pus*y dead, it got shot (BOW)
I don't play around in the bedroom, I spray around, you gonna f*ck me
Get rich b*tch, pus*y ain't made to just lay around
Say a sound, hoe wait, she tweeting my location
Her pus*y brung some more pus*y, that pus*y made a whole nation
And my di*k is donating, I'm impatient, I hate waiting
I need a b*tch to f*ck me, no faking
Her mami cooked me eggs, I want bacon, I want breast milk and no shake
pus*y up for grabs and I'm taking, I know you f*ck my man
I hope you understand I don't give a damn, I'm no racist
I'm a call her next and I'm a take it
And sex is what you make it
She call it f*cking friends, we call that trading places
I roll her up and I face it, she a big girl, she take it
I tell her hold b*tch, do it slow, b*tch for the camcorder, I'm taping
(Fat Trel speaking)
Ok, now lay on that bed, open your legs, her brain is the stupidest
Think this b*tch special ed
You heard from your man? Well, f*ck what he said
My di*k like a pump, one shot and you dead
My head in her legs, her hand on my dreads, devour that pus*y
My stomach look like a keg
Girl talking breakfast in bed? My new b*tch a fed
I'm talking gun with a badge, I put my tongue in her ass
She told him test me, do your job and arrest me
She cuffed me, then f*cked me, then raped and molest me
She lucky she sexy, and my di*k don't snitch
And if that pus*y smell I bet my di*k won't make her flinch
And that's real sh*t but the hair I can still get, we gonna work
I told her open wide then close your eyes 'cause this sh*t is gonna hurt
Hey, Ray, I hit it first, there's pus*y stains on my shirt
Her pus*y taste like pound cake and her girlfriend a dessert
sl*tty boys, b*tch