Lyrics

[Hook x2] I bet you taste like sorbet and sherbet I hope you know you flirting with a god damn pervert I bet you taste like a McDonald's parfait Apple pie, fuck 'em dry I ain't trynna parley [Verse 1] But I might parallel park And creep in through the window while you post it in the dark Like hark, who does there? Babe I ain't no Casanova If you let me get the ribs I'll eat you out like Tony Roma She pulled a Tony Romo She threw that interception I threw some dollar bills and told the bitch to get undressing Chin up little pin up Your body is a weapon Sipping from the shooters cause I tell the bitch to the stepping If looks could kill, you'd probably be the death of me If pussy was drugs, you'd probably be ecstasy Now what the fuck I gotta say to get you next to me? Tell you pretty lies and convince you that it's destiny Well fuck that I'm just trynna get my jollies Pop that ass up like a nollie While I parachute that Molly Geronimo, bombs away Bottoms up, down the hatch Got a blunt? I'm down to match Dick 'em down I'm up for snatch Lock, stock and the two smoking barrels Hit and run Getaway Camouflage Camaro [Hook] I bet you taste like sorbet and sherbet I hope you know you flirting with a god damn pervert I bet you taste like a McDonald's parfait Apple pie, fuck 'em dry I ain't trynna parley