Lapdance - Idontknowjeffery

Alright you want me to blow up?

You want me to blow up

I got you, uh

Yeah, I know- I know what I gotta do

Ready to blow up right now

Pass me that C4, I’ll blow up

Yeah I wrap myself in dynamite like I’m tryna die tonight

Yeah they kicked me out the afterlife cause they found a pocket knife

I can’t wait to fuck myself tonight just like hermaphrodite

She selling pussy online, she shipping overnight

Yes sir

My music out here starting shit I’ll cause an argument

Nigga I don’t need no compliment I’m already confident

Since the world is on my dick again I’ma fuck a continent

I’m in Jimmy John’s with no money just eating condiments

Call the sherrif nigga Jeffery standing on our lawn again

Why’s he in our yard again, wearing dad’s cardigan

4:30 in Arlington, we still partying

Name one nigga harder than

Nigga you don’t even know where to begin

Doctor Jefferey spit the truth and shit and get crucifixed

I think I want a stupid bitch to split rophy’s with

A yo I’m innocent

I go to dinner with a Tinder bitch

This an experiment I put my ear in it

Yeah I’m walking like I’m wounded look at Jeffery stumble

Americano, out in Europe fucking hoes on Bumble

Shorty you know I’m a stunna, what’s your fuckin' number?

Now we eating Benihana’s, smokin' dope and bumpin' Gunna

I’m playing with these bitches man I just dont give a damn

I’m cleaning out my bank account out again, Spic and Span

Bitch so fuckin' nasty she got banned from OnlyFans

Grown ass man, smokin' dope and sag pants

Extra money on me I’ma cop a lap dance

Still got money on me I’ma cop a lap dance

Hit to ATM shorty this ya' last chance

Know I got them bands baby holla at ya' mans

Yeah I’ma cop a lap dance

That bitch is trashy and I’m a trash can

My bitch a dancer but she don’t tap dance

Yo, who tryna fuck a black man?

Boy I ain’t fell off I fell off the wagon

I’m in yo' crib I’m in yo' medicine cabinet (damn)

Now you got some pills that I ain’t got quit braggin'

My stripper bitch she get them racks, I get a fraction

I’m bumpin' Mack-10 smokin' a wax pen

I know the ice thin, but I’m stomping on it

Ain’t it?

Grown ass man, still sag pants

Extra money on me, hold up hold up

Extra money on me I’ma cop a lap dance

Still got money on me I’ma cop a lap dance

Hit to ATM shorty this ya' last chance

Know I got them bands, come and holla at ya' mans