BRS Kash - No Manners lyrics

[Intro] (My ni**a Deltah in them pots) [Chorus] She gon' pull up whenever I tell her She love Country Grammar, for her I go ape 'Cause she know how to treat the banana She lit like a candle, I'm straight from Atlanta She like to be freaky on camera It's nothin', too much I can't handle Freak b*tch ain't come with no manners Freak b*tch ain't come with no manners [Verse 1] This ain't no interview, know what you came to do Beat the pussy back to back (Back to back to back), need an interlude I be all inside the pussy like inner tubes (Woo) All in your ocean, strokin' and floatin' Pop me a Perky (Yeah), my dick ain't workin' (Yeah) Give me like thirty-five minutes if I don't come back in by thirty-five minutes then you can get up 'cause that meanin' I'm finished (Bye, bye) I can't be goin' bad (Nah), I can't be goin' out sad These hoes be runnin' they mouth, especially when they get mad They run out the house, talking 'bout you eating 'em out Stop lyin' on me, you know you lyin' on me You be relyin' on me (You do) Obsessed with the dick, I know you be spyin' on me Girl, you be cryin' for me Work on your attitude (Work on it, work on it, work on it) Bih stop trippin' (No, no) I ain't for buyin' food (Oh no, no-no) Respect my pimpin' This ain't no regular sh*t, don't need me no regular b*tch, I like me a freaky (Haha) Who gon' go cray in the sheets (Ooh) Eat all the meat (Ooh) And video tape it for me (Ooh) [Chorus] She gon' pull up whenever I tell her She love Country Grammar, for her I go ape 'Cause she know how to treat the banana She lit like a candle, I'm straight from Atlanta She like to be freaky on camera It's nothin', too much I can't handle Freak b*tch ain't come with no manners Freak b*tch ain't come with no manners She gon' pull up whenever I tell her (Pull up) She love Country Grammar, for her I go ape (Oh, oh) 'Cause she know how to treat the banana She lit like a candle, I'm straight from Atlanta (Oh, oh) She like to be freaky on camera It's nothin', too much I can't handle (Oh, oh) Freak b*tch ain't come with no manners Freak b*tch ain't come with no manners [Verse 2] Better watch how you talk to G (Better watch how you talk to G) 'Fore I spit in your mouth Watch how you comin' for me (Watch how come for a ni**a) You get kicked out of the house (Yeah) She ain't got no manners but she got high standards (Yeah) Love to do freaky lil' sh*t on the camera I finger that [?] and she peel the banana (Ooh) Blew her back out like [?], blew her back out like [?] That my lil' hoe We go in bed [?] Start on the bed and dump on the floor I'm all in her head, I'm all in her throat We don't even go by rules (Haha) She su*kin' for some shoes She want the Christian, the Lou's (Yeah, yeah) I bought her some booze So she gon' do what I tell her 'cause I work forever You know I'm havin' [?] [Chorus] She gon' pull up whenever I tell her She love Country Grammar, for her I go ape 'Cause she know how to treat the banana She lit like a candle, I'm straight from Atlanta She like to be freaky on camera It's nothin', too much I can't handle Freak b*tch ain't come with no manners Freak b*tch ain't come with no manners She gon' pull up whenever I tell her (Pull up) She love Country Grammar, for her I go ape (Oh, oh) 'Cause she know how to treat the banana She lit like a candle, I'm straight from Atlanta (Oh, oh) She like to be freaky on camera It's nothin', too much I can't handle (Oh, oh) Freak b*tch ain't come with no manners Freak b*tch ain't come with no manners (Oh, oh)