CENTELLA (MY HONEYMOON)

[Verse 1] I came prepared bitch Tell yo dogz don't panic Get up, sit up, we up 'til we lit up Seven figures, eight, nine ziggas That's four hittas, nig' its time, nigga When you love body and niggas is in a hate crime It's money on my mind And after that Ima make mine Fuck what you heard or call it Crunch or break Runnin' bags to the bags As long as honey don't waste mines Grown ass men be the saddest groupies Sad ass bitches with the saddest pussy [Abra's Line] Uh, open casket cuz she sits Oh her tits sits on a casket, pussy [Verse 1 (cont'd)] Oooohhh...you like this sexy body So $-$ cash and a molly They wanna see me give revenge To some industry friends that done lied to my face Bengazi, put a nigga in his place like a ride home And I know where he at on my iPhone Got a ounce and a tree, is my zone Queen ABV on my throne I could de-throne about three kings Off heat I keep in my thumb Can't fuck with me, I was made the queen Mad black and free I'm such a trap [Verse 2] Cool nigga sit, trynna get a hot bitch Wanna find a ride or die I could ride dick Oh you the hot kid? You got your cock lit Now you walk around town like you the hot shit Bitch pressed, ma nigga check on so's Saw yo man check me out Control yo ho Ho ass nigga just play yo role Lay yo ass nigga, can't take control Alpha female, use my control How you gettin' to the top with no climbin' tho How you screamin' from the world, can't find a ho [Sample] Warning! The following sound may damage your speakers [Interlude] Get back, way back, can you please back the fuck off Read sign, 'fore cross the line says niggas gotta trance off Beware, she wears, send 'em a beach, yea, each, yea I'm a star league yea, hell yeah, in my own league, be scared [Sample] Uh, Warning! Warning! [Verse 3] You know I've seen it before These niggas gay on low They gay on the low, gay, gay, gay Gay on the low Tell a nigga don't get too close This pussy is too visceral Ay papi, don't get too close Tell a nigga don't get too close Pussy is too visceral Evidently this sweetest choach Boom, boom, boom to the boom-boom room Let's come on to the boom-boom room Do you, and my dungeon doom Let me show you what my dungeon do Ah, hotta cochie-coo It's um, it's um, butter, ooh Ha, hotta cunt, choo-choo Two pretty tits and a cunty too Ah, hot grits and butter too Massa what is us to do Sittin' in butter too, uh Two cuts in your eyebrows, ooh Hah, you fucking fool Pleased to meet you a bump head too Ha, ha, hot grits and butter too Massa what is us to do Her credit cards is due I ain't rockin' nothing new, uh I don't know what to do What the fuck is us to do, uh I might go prostitute, might just sell some (pussy) Uh, uh, I ain't no prostitute I'm just ain't no prostitute I'm just workin', workin', too, uh I'm just ain't no prostitute I just get that Birkin' Corner freak on the ones and the ones to the twos Big cigs on the ones and the ones to the twos, uh I don't prostitute I'm just out here workin' I just I don't fuck with you Uh, ah, I don't want you, uh Keep this, a fucking fool Uh, huh, c-cuts and coo Listen, you fuckin' coon, ha, huh Put a sunk-in