Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Mathematics , by - FemdotRelease date: 18.04.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Mathematics |
| Uh, sit that ass on my face, 'til I look like an orangutan |
| Fuck them opp niggas, left me hangin' like a candy cane |
| Mathematics, like Einstein in a white jacket (Yeah) |
| More O’s than Google searches |
| That ass flat like the earth is |
| Look, mathematics |
| Might hit a stain like it’s 2011, I’m with gang and the '07 thing 0−7 James |
| tryna get a ring and I shoot like I’m Stephen, uh |
| Bite on her lips but I’m slippin' in, with a plus one like it’s arithmetic |
| Gift it like Christmases and Blitzens |
| And she gave me head longer than Stewie Griffin’s is |
| Yeah, mathematics |
| Since a young nigga jumpin' on mattress |
| We was in the hood with the madness |
| And now a nigga own it like a patent |
| Yeah, mathematics |
| I’ma go and tat it like a tattle |
| I can take a dollar in the attic |
| Please excuse my dear Aunt Sally |
| Ayy, mathematics |
| I was halfway there like the radius |
| Close like Wyclef and Haiti is |
| If I’m not coming you can bet my lady is |
| Mathematics, ghost ride the whip like a hearse |
| I know you tryna fuck like a curse |
| R Kelly should’a been in jail, I can merch |
| Yeah, mathematics |
| Throw that ass in the circumference |
| Codeine and rubbers in my luggage |
| And suitcase, just in case you wanna criss cross and get in jumpin' |
| She have opps, so a quick pass |
| Bring your friend, I bring one too |
| That’s a two on two, that’s quick math (Quick maths) |
| Uh, mathematics |
| Fat bastard |
| I’m from Austin, ayy, and have power, ayy |
| Double up, you should all know the way |
| And my skin on exfoliate |
| I was tryna focus on growin' |
| Now my numbers on exponent |
| Actually, I should try this, um |
| Mathematics |
| Might get a check, might cash it |
| Go ahead, deposit, might add it |
| Might as well like bad English |
| Midas touch like gold fingers |
| Midas touch like old Lincoln |
| We might slide to the function |
| She might curve you, you ugly |
| Uh, mathematics |
| Name ring a bell, where you live at? |
| I’m a star like Birdman head-tat |
| She come alive in the night like a damn bat |
| I put it all in the pot like a reverent, uh |
| Mr. Burns, excellent |
| I’m shinin' on my variables |
| Ooh, killem' Terio |
| Kill em' like Mysterio |
| The box too good it’s a burial |
| Came through drippin', I’ma fuck a princess |
| My real friends call me Ariel |
| New shit sound like Tha Carter did |
| Choppin' on the net like Vince Carter did |
| Drop the top had to reverse the whip got my man some herb to split and swerve |
| some shit |