"Pill Pxpper" lyrics

Brr, ayy, ayy, yeah
Brr, brr, ayy, yeah
Yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy!

She wanna talk, I'm not a talker
I just pop pills, I'm not a doctor
She's someone's daughter, I'm not the father
I'm like her father, she do what I taught her (Oh yeah, aye)
I'm a pill popper, suburban house robber (Oh yeah, aye)
In my Louis joggers, where my waistband hold my chopper

I got two dicks in my size 30 pants
One has a clip that hold 30 won't jam (Woo)
One in yo' bitch and like 30 my fans
I got 30 these bands, you could earn on the van (Oh yeah, aye)
Bitch, I earned my advance
I spend as much as I want on these pants (Yeah)
I give a fuck who don't fuck with the man
Cause hoes fuck with the man, bitch, what's up, I'm the man
Aye, may I please have this dance (Yeah)
Will you please take my hand (Yeah)
Will you please take a chance
On a nigga like me, I'm not asking again (Oh yeah, ayy)
Can I meet all yo' friends, uh
Can we pop all these xans, uh
Like we're kids all again
Ain't no talking to him, baby, take off your pants, uh

She wanna talk, I'm not a talker
I just pop pills I'm not a doctor
She's someone's daughter I'm not the father
I'm like her father she do what I taught her (Oh yeah, aye)
I'm a pill popper, suburban house robber (Oh yeah, aye)
In my Louis joggers, where my waistband hold my chopper

Brr
Oh yeah, ayy