1911
Marjorie -W.C. Sinclair
Baby explosive like a Pack-a-Punched 1911
Water on me, baby liquid she a typhoon stepper
Tycoon obsession, I want money nothing lesser
If you need then I got it baby, come and cop what's left of it
Bubble up baby, I'm the Mario of market street
Her ass clapping with the passion, that's artistry
I was in the kickback rubbing oil on her body
Told her "keep it pushing you gon' make it far as the stars can see"
Pile up and pop it on my penis in the mountains
It's the sound she liquidate her pussy it's the loudest
All the drugs to my head, I had to switch up my surroundings
All those pounds of ketamine, I had to find a way around them