Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Aunt Pat, artist - SahBabii. Album song Squidtastic, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 28.08.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Casting Bait
Song language: English
Aunt Pat |
| 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 |
| 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 dick just like a pony |
| I’ma do some tricks up on that bitch like Tony |
| I can’t get her pregnant, I’m just simply steppin' in |
| All my bitches beauty pageants, got my bitches immaculate |
| Bitch I’m the shit like flatulence, I got your bitch on top of the dick |
| She so fascinated when I say squid (Squid, squid, squid, squid) |
| Believe it, bitch, achieve it bitch |
| Fuck on the ho then I leave the bitch |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 dick just like a pony |
| I’ma do some tricks up on that bitch like Tony |
| My bitch in Olympics, my bitch study physics |
| My bitch 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) |
| Bitch 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 dick just like a pony |
| I’ma do some tricks up on that bitch like Tony |