Criss Lyric - Buddha's Delight lyrics

[Hook: CRSLYRC] I don't even like pictures Love skinny jeans and my girls quite thick If I don't know a n***a, I ain't shooting dice with him Never had love for a non cyph n***a Shiitake ! I don't really like n***as Love melanin and 4C type kinks Life's sweet better eat while its ripe n***a f**ing right n***a, On sight n***a Shiitake ! [Verse 1: CRSLYRC] s** her soul from her cat on a drunk night Get her wet when I bless her, gesundheit If she wanna keep me, she must keep that c*nt tight Make me feel like the box got a drug in it I might let her call me by my government, Oy! That arch is golden and I'm loving it Blowing a strain, sleet snow or rain I stay in the cut b**h stay in your lane, yahng! I Twist symmetric fatties, call em Liz and Patty Reaper chopping come and make a d**h wish Civil savage, swam with sharks I bet Steve Irwin never seen this type of action, reckless Watching flat screens in my towel Smoking sour out the mother f**ing vowel Girl rub your nipples while you double dribble On my balls I love it when you get foul Keep the funk, i want the sweet and nasty Gushy stuff I shouldn't have to ask I f** her deep and slow, before I thrash her Word to Ash, I gotta catch em all b**h, you ain't never seen a master ball And you better answer when a master calls Ride the co*ky like a f**ing Jockey on a Kawasaki Shiitake, Oy! [Hook] [Intermission: CRSLYRC] Saute, Saute, Saute, Saute, Shiitake [4x] [Verse 2: CRSLYRC] Deep in these streets, I learned if you sleeping they creep f** with me, we with that thuggery We turnt center stage, fully loaded no buffering Ain't looking for trouble my G, so don't trouble me Focused on double d's, Booty and money trees s**er free, couple times this life caught up with me Luckily, I made it out not a scuff on me Straight from the trenches to luxury, YAHNG The baddest of b**hes be busting me down They choose cuz they so used to f**ing with clowns Give her some game till she's wrapped round my finger Vintage rose gold and its wrapped round my index Keep wiping me down till you run out of Windex Take off your panties but keep on your fishnets Spread eagle like you on the street team for Dipset I don't s*ut shame, you will still get my respect But you'll get ejected if f**ery's detected Or if i sense that my love is neglected I recommend you expect the unexpected When dealing with me, I be shifting directions Mood swings switch like mood rings Blow packs in a loft with a few tings Knock boots but I don't tie shoe strings No wonder these b**hes be tripping Shiitake [Hook]