Who Da F?ck is Pillsbury DoughBoy versuri

Who Da F?ck is Pillsbury DoughBoy lyrics by Lil Squeaky feat. Lil Cox

Chorus: Lil Squeaky
Who da fuck?
I can’t even deal with your bitch ass
I can’t even deal with the bitch ass, fuck all
I don’t even know what you thought, but you thought it
I got so much money I can’t even count it, I gotta plot it
That’s how it sounded, I got bought it
You actin’ robotic (Ooh, ooh), I’m not retarded (Ooh, ooh)
Bad lil’ shawty, she look exotic
She’s a thotty, ooh, ooh, but I’m just whippin’
I’m on the whip and I’m on the patrol
Fuck a bad bitch right in the hole
Fuck a bad bitch right in the club
Fuck a bad bitch and then I stop, uh-huh
Baby, come over and suck on my nog
Baby, I’m good, look, you fuck with my bars
I want that bitch and then I wet up my bod
Who the fuck is Pillsbury Doughboy, I don’t even know

Verse 1: Lil Cox
Ayy, foolish clown, bitch, look exotic, ayy, uh, ayy
Hand me downs, niggas just be polished, ayy, ayy, ayy
I’m a fuckin’ drip god, yeah
Niggas be just cappin’, niggas bitch frauds, yeah
Flyin’ in a motherfuckin’ space ship
All these niggas pussy, yеah, these niggas really wastеd
Wanna ball these niggas, yeah, I give a cave dick
Like a motherfuckin’ caveman, bitches basic
Uh, I ain’t fly, uh Don’t know motherfuckin’ life, cypher
Run up on that a nigga, aye, aye, sir
Pull up on a nigga right by, sir
Uh, flyin’ in a ship
Niggas just be lyin’, yeah, they committed to shit
Niggas just be cryin’, homie, know we get the diss
Know we hittin’ licks, know we is the real, know we is the real

Verse 2: Lil Squeaky
Damn, that bitch can’t even escape
Fuck that bitch and shit on her face
Built like an ogre, built like a vase, race, race, race, race, race, race, race, race, race, race, uh
Baby girl, you know I feel you so close to me
Why won’t you come back, baby?
Don’t you know? I need you in my life
Fuck that bitch and then she die
Countin, countin, countin
Callin’, callin’ on your girl
Callin’, callin’ up your world
Fuck her and callin’, callin’ power
Fuck for hours, thousand miles
Keep tryna fuck all mini-miles
Cause I’m goofy, ooh, ooh
Need that booty, ooh, ooh
Need that zooty, ooh, ooh
Need that gooty, ooh, ooh
Need that woody, ooh, ooh
Woody Allen, ooh, ooh
Fuck a bad bitch like a stallion

Verse 3: Lil Cox
I don’t want a white bag
You can get your bitch in a right bag
Told her, see a train, got on the right track
Niggas, this is Kaepernick, nigga, right back
Hold up, I don’t even fuckin’ like that
Niggas tryna pussy, yeah, these niggas fight back
Run up on a nigga, yeah, we on a side sack
Sight on my set, niggas on to the rest
On to the next, bitch, I’m killin’ all these beats
On a motherfuckin’ meat, hoes can’t compete
Niggas on this shit, boy, I kill it annually
Word up on a nigga, bitch, I don’t wanna hear you speak
Word up on a nigga, you can’t put a chopper, you can’t compete
Pull up on niggas, I’m run up on niggas
I pull up on niggas, I be, Millie Bobby Brown