Pulp Fiction
by Blakbarry
on Pulp Fiction (2018)
[Intro]
AYE!
[Verse 1: Blakbarry]
Pop a pill
How it feel?
I can tell we getting real
You said “kill”
What's the deal?
Bitch you got the party feel
Told me “kneel”
You for real?
Bitch you must be on a pill
She said “yea
I'm on hills
Nigga throw some dollar bills”
I don't know
But I froze
She was looking at my clothes
I said “hoe
Wanna go
I know where to go get some shrooms”
She said “no
Want some blow
Plus I know you wanna bone”
Really hoe
Fix yo tone
I don't want yo stinky hole
[Hook: Skee-Lo] (x2)
I wish I was a little bit taller
I wish I was a baller
I wish I had a girl who looked good I would I would call her
I wish I had a rabbit in a hat with a bat
A six four impala
[Verse 2: Blakbarry]
Diamonds wet
Like a sank
Bitch you know where ima rank
Got a movie we can make
Grab yo hair ooh ima yank
Turn yo booty color pink
I was baked
On our date
You a skank
Ima tank
Ima fuck you by the lake
Out the gate
State to state
Damn you niggas late
Watch you meet yo fate
I don't skate put it on yo face
I don't chase prolly using mace
See you masturbate
Goodness grac
Girl you fucking great
Fell in love again
Ima fuckin beast
Under sheets
Who you tryna meet
Skpc tasty like a treat
Fuck yo double d's
On ya feet
Better take a seat
Ima shorty b
Taller than a tree
I can't see
Can't be you and me
Bands in the bank account, fuck
What you talking bout
What you wanna talk about? Meh
Ima come around
Girly please don't make a sound, ssh
You so fuckin loud
When your nigga coming home?
See lights come on
[Hook: Skee-Lo] (x2)
I wish I was a little bit taller
I wish I was a baller
I wish I had a girl who looked good I would I would call her
I wish I had a rabbit in a hat with a bat
A six four impala
[Verse 3: Blakbarry]
I wish I had a bitch who was smaller
I wish I ran lick on yo nigga and yo father
I wish I got rich and i'd fuck on yo daughter
I wish i wore Prada
Money blue smarter
Pockets like the carters
Twist it like you want it
Pull up I got sonic
Break up like tectonics
Niggas said they called it
I would never lock it
I would change the topic
Had you in my pocket
Yo head fat ironic
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