DJ Flippp - What Got Into Me lyrics

[Verse 1] f** on that b**h for some money, this ain't yo honey I'm a neighborhood junkie, dick in her mouth like a donkey I don't want money, b**h I'm coming for your tummy Woah! Dexter, Dexter, Dexter, Dexter They keep sending me these letters Wait, I don't really give a f** I'm balling like the f**ing Bucks Wait, eyes rolling back like The Undertaker f** your lil b**h, I'm the mask maker Middle finger to the world, yes I will f** your girl All on my dick like a skirl, I f** your b**h, you make her pearl Oh sh** they can't find me, Yeezys on, he should sign me Remember sittin' right in detention, I ain't have b**hes Now I'm whippin' in the kitchen, ballin' so hard, no permission 32 Griffin, run up on me shootin' Pippen You a lil boy, boy you lame as f** You a lil broke boy, you lame as f** Yeah I'm balling like the Bucks, you run up on me shootin' stuff [Verse 2] b**h I'm so high off a molly, all in my jolly f**ing b**hes on the trolley, all these tats on my body Wait, hold on! b**h I'm so high off a molly, all in my jolly f**ing b**hes on the trolley Yeah, Dexter! b**h I'm so high off a molly, all in my jolly f**ing b**hes on the trolley, all these tats on my body Geekin' off molly, turning up in the lobby Yeah! Water, water, water, water Get your b**h 'fore I spoil her I will never do her wrong, and she be t**ng to my songs I ride with my fam like the Brady Bunch, stop all that hate get some Hater Punch Yeah a n***a on his grind, two rings and they shine I can't f** with them, they on other stuff Wait, Fat Daddy rob him up! Then we throw him in the trash, a young n***a got his bag