"MASSAGE PARLOR" lyrics
Peysoh & DaBoii Lyrics
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We go through if he ain't dead, get his brother touched
I got a thing for opp bitches, I can't get enough
I know she prolly wanna kill me, fuck her with my gun
She had a baby with an opp, so I'ma slap her son
We go through if he ain't dead, get his brother touched
I got a thing for opp bitches, I can't get enough
I know she prolly wanna kill me, fuck her with my gun
She had a baby with an opp, so I'ma slap her son
Off this Henny, I hit baby with a two-step
That one hat was kinda cute, but I left two dead
Can't pick the color on my Urus, I need two next
And if it's 'bout a bag, I'll go stupid like I'm too SPED
Choppa tearin' up your belly, call it tummy tuck
Massage parlor with a Asian, get sucky suck
I broke the bitch thinkin' she was gettin' puppy love
Head tap, how the fuck he breathin'? You a lucky fuck
A good girl for Instagram, but she a school thot
I'm tryna do my dance with it, fuck a cool Glock
And we don't do no half-crate, I need full box
Peach enough for blicks, now I'm slime with a full chop
I got a handy shooting missile, this a cockade
All that stuffin' 'bout it get your brother blocked, bae
He think movin' out cool, you is not safe
Mentionin' my brother hella funny till he got faced
We go through if he ain't dead, get his brother touched
I got a thing for opp bitches, I can't get enough
I know she prolly wanna kill me, fuck her with my gun
She had a baby with an opp, so I'ma slap her son
We go through if he ain't dead, get his brother touched
I got a thing for opp bitches, I can't get enough
I know she prolly wanna kill me, fuck her with my gun
She had a baby with an opp, so I'ma slap her son
I got a thing for opp bitches
Can't shout out what's-his-name 'cause all he do is drop nigga
You gotta cop at least three, or you can't even shop with us
Don't be speakin' on them skits if you wasn't in that cot, nigga
We ain't entertain the trollin', pussy nigga, make a move
I been runnin' from the Rolls, I had a scuff on my shoe
Airwear, chest out, I ain't tuckin' in no jewels
Why you cuffin' on that bitch? You know she fuckin', nothin' new
S-O-B-Y-W-N and shit, I'm reppin' to the grave
I look myself up in the mirror, look how far a nigga came
Everybody blood-related, but they gon' label us a gang
I tipped the waiter two hundred, I told lil' baby, "Keep the change"
Let a nigga back door, he gon' get front door
I hit the scene, I'm fresh to death, but this a sloppy dumb road
She wasn't tryna hand it over, I told her, "Get the fuck on"
Yeah, my temper's short as fuck, but baby know the bucks long
On the gang, nigga
We go through if he ain't dead, get his brother touched
I got a thing for opp bitches, I can't get enough
I know she prolly wanna kill me, fuck her with my gun
She had a baby with an opp, so I'ma slap her son
We go through if he ain't dead, get his brother touched
I got a thing for opp bitches, I can't get enough
I know she prolly wanna kill me, fuck her with my gun
She had a baby with an opp, so I'ma slap her son
We go through if he ain't dead, get his brother touched
I got a thing for opp bitches, I can't get enough
I know she prolly wanna kill me, fuck her with my gun
She had a baby with an opp, so I'ma slap her son
We go through if he ain't dead, get his brother touched
I got a thing for opp bitches, I can't get enough
I know she prolly wanna kill me, fuck her with my gun
She had a baby with an opp, so I'ma slap her son
Off this Henny, I hit baby with a two-step
That one hat was kinda cute, but I left two dead
Can't pick the color on my Urus, I need two next
And if it's 'bout a bag, I'll go stupid like I'm too SPED
Choppa tearin' up your belly, call it tummy tuck
Massage parlor with a Asian, get sucky suck
I broke the bitch thinkin' she was gettin' puppy love
Head tap, how the fuck he breathin'? You a lucky fuck
A good girl for Instagram, but she a school thot
I'm tryna do my dance with it, fuck a cool Glock
And we don't do no half-crate, I need full box
Peach enough for blicks, now I'm slime with a full chop
I got a handy shooting missile, this a cockade
All that stuffin' 'bout it get your brother blocked, bae
He think movin' out cool, you is not safe
Mentionin' my brother hella funny till he got faced
We go through if he ain't dead, get his brother touched
I got a thing for opp bitches, I can't get enough
I know she prolly wanna kill me, fuck her with my gun
She had a baby with an opp, so I'ma slap her son
We go through if he ain't dead, get his brother touched
I got a thing for opp bitches, I can't get enough
I know she prolly wanna kill me, fuck her with my gun
She had a baby with an opp, so I'ma slap her son
I got a thing for opp bitches
Can't shout out what's-his-name 'cause all he do is drop nigga
You gotta cop at least three, or you can't even shop with us
Don't be speakin' on them skits if you wasn't in that cot, nigga
We ain't entertain the trollin', pussy nigga, make a move
I been runnin' from the Rolls, I had a scuff on my shoe
Airwear, chest out, I ain't tuckin' in no jewels
Why you cuffin' on that bitch? You know she fuckin', nothin' new
S-O-B-Y-W-N and shit, I'm reppin' to the grave
I look myself up in the mirror, look how far a nigga came
Everybody blood-related, but they gon' label us a gang
I tipped the waiter two hundred, I told lil' baby, "Keep the change"
Let a nigga back door, he gon' get front door
I hit the scene, I'm fresh to death, but this a sloppy dumb road
She wasn't tryna hand it over, I told her, "Get the fuck on"
Yeah, my temper's short as fuck, but baby know the bucks long
On the gang, nigga
We go through if he ain't dead, get his brother touched
I got a thing for opp bitches, I can't get enough
I know she prolly wanna kill me, fuck her with my gun
She had a baby with an opp, so I'ma slap her son
We go through if he ain't dead, get his brother touched
I got a thing for opp bitches, I can't get enough
I know she prolly wanna kill me, fuck her with my gun
She had a baby with an opp, so I'ma slap her son
