Phew! Phew!

Phew, mmm
Phew, mmm
Monday through sunday
Don’t care how you talk,
He thinking he real
But he really be soft,
He tossed on the grill
And then dribbled with sauce
Phew, phew, phew, phew
Emptied the clip
I restarted the movie,
All of these niggas
Get hit with a two piece,
Ride with a stick
Cause shit is my groupie

Phew, mmm
Phew, mmm
Monday through sunday
Don’t care how you talk,
He thinking he real
But he really be soft,
He tossed on the grill
And then dribbled with sauce
Phew, phew, phew, phew
Emptied the clip
I restarted the movie,
All of these niggas
Get hit with a two piece,
Ride with a stick
Cause shit is my groupie

Flow got that fire
It might take yo face off,
Swing at no niggas
Cause this ain’t baseball,
Stick gotta a dick
And we shoot if you cough,
No middle man shit
You gone speak to the boss,
I look at yo bitch
And she take off her draws,
She a fiend for the dick
While i’m deep in her walls,
She be dialing me up
I don’t answer the calls,
I’m with my new bitch
Spending cash at the mall,
Phew, mmm, phew, mmm
Fuck on yo bitch
And she running, it’s too deep!
Fuck with no niggas
Them niggas too goofy,
Spending they money
On diamonds and rubies,
Saving my shit
I don’t get fake jewelry,
He a slug, i guess
So he sprinkled with salt,
Or a bug, i guess
So i spray a lil off,
My flow go nuts
So put both in your mouth,
I *slurp slurp, mmm*
And then eat the bitch out,
No concern for the womb
Plant a seed, let it sprout,
Let it burn
Yeah, i’m talking bout the weed
No doubt,
Took a turn
On lsd, new rout,
And words are shit
I just shit in your mouth,
One gone suck on my dick
While 2 tickle the balls,
I be frost on my wrist
I’m like santa clause,
Wait, i ain’t said shit
Murdered the song

Phew, mmm
Phew, mmm
Monday through sunday
Don’t care how you talk,
He thinking he real
But he really be soft,
He tossed on the grill
And then dribbled with sauce
Phew, phew, phew, phew
Emptied the clip
I restarted the movie,
All of these niggas
Get hit with a two piece,
Ride with a stick
Cause shit is my groupie

Phew, mmm
Phew, mmm
Monday through sunday
Don’t care how you talk,
He thinking he real
But he really be soft,
He tossed on the grill
And then dribbled with sauce
Phew, phew, phew, phew
Emptied the clip
I restarted the movie,
All of these niggas
Get hit with a two piece,
Ride with a stick
Cause shit is my groupie

I ain’t said shit
But i murdered the song
I ain’t saying shit
I ain’t said shit but i murdered this song