ฟังเพลงMarge Simpson (其他)

作词 : Elizabeth Harris

作曲 : Elizabeth Harris

Ooh, ooh, yeah, yeah

Oh, oh-oh, baby

Oh, no-no, no, no-no

Ooh, ooh, yeah, yeah

Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, baby

Oh, no-no, no, no-no

Big pimpin' (Big pimpin')

Big, big pimpin' (Big pimpin')

Big pimpin'

Walk up in the back, limpin' (Oh yeah, yeah-yeah)

Big pimpin' (Big pimpin')

Big, big pimpin' (Big pimpin')

Money stack up so tall, look like the hair on Marge Simpson (Mmm)

Marge Simpson, Ma-Ma, Marge Simpson (On God)

Marge Simpson, you can call me Marge Simpson (Yeah, yeah)

Big pimpin', get the money then dip

Money stack up so tall, look like the hair on Marge Simpson

Man, why you keep textin' my phone?

Leave me alone

Boy, I do not want your dick

I see that nigga, he thirsty as ****, I ain't givin' him ****

Better swallow his spit

All that lurkin' on my mother****in' page

, oops, I ain't mean to like that pic

Took her to Victoria Secrets, and bought him some bras

Since he like to act like a *****(Hahaha)

I got a type, and it ain't you

I like them niggas who spendin' that cash

I like them fat Homer Simpson ass niggas, that feed me, they fat and they sass (Bling)

*****, I'm expensive, don't bring me nothin' on the floor, I want everything locked in a glass

Then we ****in' fast, take him to the back of the store, then he bustin' a hole in my mask

Now give me your money, dummy

I don't wanna hear what you cannot afford

We back in his car, he complaining how I spent all his money, I said, "King, pass me the aux cord"

I don't wanna hear that ****, be near that ****

What the **** do you niggas be thinkin'?

Gotta wear a sleep mask, every time I **** him, so I won't see him cum quicker than I be blinkin' (Mmm)

Big pimpin' (Big pimpin')

Big, big pimpin' (Big pimpin')

Big pimpin'

Walk up in the back, limpin' (Oh yeah, yeah-yeah)

Big pimpin' (Big pimpin')

Big, big pimpin' (Big pimpin')

Money stack up so tall, look like the hair on Marge Simpson (Mmm)

Marge Simpson, Ma-Ma, Marge Simpson (On God)

Marge Simpson, you can call me Marge Simpson (Yeah, yeah)

Big pimpin', get the money then dip

Money stack up so tall, look like the hair on Marge Simpson

I don't want your man, darling

Even though I could take him so damn quick

I done sat up on his sack five times, had to hit him ball meter, whole damn Saks Fifth

Feeling like Taylor when I get this money 'cause I spend it so, so swift

'Cause I only check for niggas with big bags, like an airport trip

You know my aesthetic, we could do credit,debit

baby, make sure the receipt get shredded

'Cause he got a girl at home, and if she come for me, somebody come for her, the paramedics

Yeah, I said it, text it, DeJ Loaf

Nigga better know to come full breaded (That money)

Put a stack of money on the bottom of my sneakers, that's how a real ***** walk up in wedges

And he could die today, day or tomorrow, I won't even give no ****s

I just hope nobody throw him a funeral, 'cause I could use those bucks

I'ma make him turn into his grave, I ain't givin' no apologies

If anything, when I buy the Prada with his cards, that mother****er better be proud of me (That mother****er better be proud of me)

Ooh, ooh, yeah, yeah (That motherfucker better be proud of me)

Oh, oh-oh, baby

Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh

Oh, no-no, no, no-no

Ooh, ooh, yeah, yeah

Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, baby

Oh, no-no, no, no-no (That mother****er better be proud of me)