"HBO" lyrics

HBO
Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
Damn son

I'm a vanilla in the fuckin' coupe, finna pull up on your boo, baby
True baby, I can't fuck with you boohoo, baby
Whoa baby, pull up on your thot, she gon' fold, baby
Whoa baby, whoa, baby, she just wanna (Oh baby)
Gas what I smoke, baby
I walk in the door, better hide your ho, baby
Hella bitches on me, H.B.O.
I'm always gettin' paid, P.T.O.

And she cook for me, clean for me, get the script for me
Act lonely, but when she with me put that neck on me
Macaroni in pot the way I stir it up
Sound like we were makin' mac and cheese, we just makin' love
Woo, bitch, first name "Papi"
Middle name "Get the Change", last name "HAURI", truly
But call me Versace
So much sauce, bitch, I bleed teriyaki
And I'm still tryna fuck Kehlani
Got some rich pussy, had to join Illuminati
It's all good though, I done learned me Karate
Make a bitch fold 'cause I can, Origami
Oh, oh, Hibachi
On god bitch, Walahi
Mm, Yahtzee, aye, ooh

Gas what I smoke, baby
Gas what I smoke, baby
Gas what I smoke, baby
Gas what I smoke, baby
Gas what I smoke, baby
Gas what I smoke, baby
Gas what I smoke, baby
Gas what I smo-

I'm a vanilla in the fuckin' coupe, finna pull up on your boo, baby
True baby, I can't fuck with you boohoo, baby
Whoa baby, pull up on your thot, she gon' fold, baby
Whoa baby, whoa. baby, she just wanna (Oh baby)
Gas what I smoke, baby
I walk in the door, better hide your ho, baby
Hella bitches on me, H.B.O.
I'm always gettin' paid, P.T.O.

I said fuck it, I'm tryna win before I kick the bucket
Hate it or love it, I'm in the game until I'm 50 somethin'
And from the jump, got that rump, your bitch made the muffins
I'm known to cook, peep the hook, Easy Bake Oven
I just bought a wrist for like 80k
I just got your bitch to the crib and slayed
Overnight shippin', baby, no delay
I'm the mail man, posted with your ho today
I'm on U.P.S.! Undisputed Pimp Shit
Limp wrist, Mr. Postman to these bitches
She gave the envelope a lick and I ship dick
Your bitch got the flat rate box, baby, tisk tisk
Get your ass mollywhopped
Right outside the coffee shop
If you like to talk, talk, talk, talk
She treat me like a lollipop
Narnia my pocket watch
Shawty on Cthulhu with the sloppy top, ooh

Gas what I smoke, baby
Gas what I smoke, baby
Gas what I smoke, baby
Gas what I smo-

I'm a vanilla in the fuckin' coupe, finna pull up on your boo, baby
True baby, I can't fuck with you boohoo, baby
Whoa baby, pull up on your thot, she gon' fold, baby
Whoa baby, whoa. baby, she just wanna (Oh baby)
Gas what I smoke, baby
I walk in the door, better hide your ho, baby
Hella bitches on me, H.B.O.
I'm always gettin' paid, P.T.O.