Dahmer

Lyrics

[Chorus] Yeah, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh Take 'em down, tell me you ready (Yeah) Uh, tell me you ready Take 'em down, tell me you ready (Yeah) Uh, tell me you ready She got the noodely legs, spaghetti Cartier, Cartier, in love with the fetti I got the wok and the triss my belly Fourty and over, I'm lookin' for betties (Yeah, Looking for Betties on god) I'm lookin' for groupies and slutsies, baby (Yuh) I'm blockin' your phone, when my nut done, baby [Hook] (Yeah, Oh Yeah!) She love bankroll cash, man (Cash) Hold on, this my last stand Think I need a thottie again (Yah) Think I need a roster again (Sluts) I beat it up when it's Ramadan (Allah) Eatin' the skin up like dahmers son She pullin' up finna Dahmer sum (Dahmer Sum) She pullin' up, got the bad intentions in mind My hoe's one of a kind I got the bitties that put any niggas in line Marriage with suit and a tie She got the bald head pitbull I hit it bloody, it look like a ritual Beat it up, look like mucus and tissue She always complainin' and cryin' 'bout issues, oh, yeah [Verse] She wanna fly-out Bahamas She wanna match pajamas We never dated, she act like we just was Yeah, look at your face card Why we catfishing in the crib? Like why are we catfishing in the Why are you catfishing in the crib? Yo, She like stop Let's Stop Let's Stop I feel a bloody spill on God She say that when I'm in the mood You think I care, no I do not I'm like a vampire on soul I don't go out on day on God I feel like Superman on bro 'Cause I just saved another- [Chorus] Yeah, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh Take 'em down, tell me you ready (Yeah) Uh, tell me you ready Take 'em down, tell me you ready (Yeah) Uh, tell me you ready She got the noodely legs, spaghetti Cartier, Cartier, in love with the fetti I got the wok and the triss my belly Fourty and over, I'm lookin' for betties (Yeah, Looking for Betties on god) I'm lookin' for groupies and slutsies, baby (Yuh) I'm blockin' your phone, when my nut done, baby [Hook] (Yeah, Oh Yeah!) She love bankroll cash, man (Cash) Hold on, this my last stand Think I need a thottie again (Yah) Think I need a roster again (Sluts) I beat it up when it's Ramadan (Allah) Eatin' the skin up like dahmers son She pullin' up finna Dahmer sum (Dahmer Sum) She pullin' up, got the bad intentions in mind My hoe's one of a kind I got the bitties that put any niggas in line Marriage with suit and a tie She got the bald head pitbull I hit it bloody, it look like a ritual Beat it up, look like mucus and tissue She always complainin' and cryin' 'bout issues Oh Yeah