Sarah

I like my girls skinny with brains

I like my hoodies f**ked with lane

I like my friends imaginary with no names

And I make music for the f**k of it no fame

Aim shoot the gun of love round

Tried to find ammo but it's none around town

So I went Down South but I ended up North

Uptown sittin' on Cloud 9's white porch

And of course my car's off course

You're so white my blinkers don't work

I'm tryna let the force be with you I get you

Music is my first but I contemplate divorce

You make a ni**a sing songs nice

You make a ni**a's night turn day

And you make the flowers sing say turn green yellow

It sucks that I didn't get the chance to say hello

I wanna eat you out like jello

And mess with your body like the base and the cello

And tell your mom I said hello

You wanna go to prom Ni**a hell no

F**k Sh*t and another one

And on another one

Another love song about sh*t

And I'll be rich if I get another diss

And maybe Cupid won't miss

Another love song about sh*t

And I'll be rich if I get another diss

And maybe Cupid won't miss

I like her L-I-K-E

The only difference is she won't f**k with me

But she will f**k with

That vegetable with the hairs full of X's and O's

I wanna tie her body up

And throw her in my basement

Keep her there

So nobody can wonder where her face went

Tyler what you doin' Shut the f**k up

You gon' f**kin' love me b**ch

But all I really want is a kiss on the cheek

In private not public in the streets

And your cupcake I will eat and your toes

Cause I got a big fetish with the feet

I just want somebody I can see

You can be a gold digger

You ain't gotta love me

I'm serious I don't ask for much

Your heart literally is what I do want for lunch

Now this sh*t is turnin' to a habit

I'm the Burger King I gotta have it my way

And truthfully girl you really make my day

I would probably kill myself

If you told me you was gay

And I can't even look the other way

Your aura is a magnet

My eyes a metal bag it's attractive

L-O-L laughin'

You're a gold Oscar and I'm just actin'

And I want your sin in my hole

And have our kids play supportin' role

Climbin' up the pole Jack and the Beanstalk

B**ch it's gold

And I was in loath

I would never get over you ever Sarah

Another love song about sh*t

And I'll be rich if I get another diss

And maybe Cupid won't miss

Another love song about sh*t

And I'll be rich if I get another diss

And maybe Cupid won't miss

Half your body layin' on my chest

The rest is in my stomach

That's includin' your breast

And I'mma just take another guess

Now you probably wishin' that you woulda said yes

Am I crazy

Maybe but f**ked up is how I been lately

Sh*t I don't give a f**k

Your family lookin' for you wish 'em good luck

B**ch you tried to play me like a dummy

Now you stuck up

In my motherf**kin' basement all bloody

And I'm f**kin' your dead body

Your coochie all cummy

Lookin' in your dead eyes

What the f**k you want from me

What did you want from me

What did you want from me