TiaCorine Pancakes lyrics
Pancakes
TiaCorine
GENRE
[Intro]
(Island with the cash like Diego)
Yeah
(Bankroll Got It)
Uh, ooh
[Verse 1]
Shit, bitch I'm fucked up
I turned my mouth to vacuum 'cause that dick I wanna suck up
Like condiment on sandwich all these bitches tryna catch up
Got stairs all in my crib for any bitch that wanna step up
I left that nigga sick he had to go and get a check-up
And you can wear a vest but all my niggas shoot from neck up
Two clips out the window only reason why you next up
Calloused at the gym I'm pushing weight I'm tryna flex up
[Chorus]
Ooh, huh, ooh, yeah
Ooh, huh, ooh, yeah
Ooh, huh, ooh, yeah
Ooh, huh, ooh, yeah
Ooh
[Verse 2]
Bitch I can't twerk with this Glock up in my pants
Shoot at his feet, I think that nigga wanna dance
Bitch I'm cool as ice I get that cream in with no van
Pussy just like water look that bitch ain't got no sand
How my nigga got a [?] he ain't ever been a [?]
Stupid bitch ain't got no money how can shе keep it a band?
Told that nigga that I'm not, I'll be that nigga so I can
And I can't flip on nigga like a pancake in a pan
[Chorus]
Ooh, huh, ooh, yеah
Ooh, huh, ooh, yeah
Ooh, huh, ooh, yeah
Ooh, huh, ooh, yeah
[Verse 3]
Ass just spread like jelly but my gun it never jam
And if she wanna test me I'll be teacher with exam
Swear they wanted smoke but [?] for a gram
They fuck with me like pledge allegiance, know she gonna stand
Speak indigenous, calculate it if you wanna understand
And yo bitch ain't got no taste I know she eatin' Raisin' Bran
Put yo fingers in my pussy ask for help I need a hand
No I don't fuck with condoms but I fuck with rubber bands
[Chorus]
Ooh, huh, ooh, yeah
Ooh, huh, ooh, yeah
Ooh, huh, ooh, yeah
Ooh, huh, ooh, yeah
Ooh
(Island with the cash like Diego)
Yeah
(Bankroll Got It)
Uh, ooh
[Verse 1]
Shit, bitch I'm fucked up
I turned my mouth to vacuum 'cause that dick I wanna suck up
Like condiment on sandwich all these bitches tryna catch up
Got stairs all in my crib for any bitch that wanna step up
I left that nigga sick he had to go and get a check-up
And you can wear a vest but all my niggas shoot from neck up
Two clips out the window only reason why you next up
Calloused at the gym I'm pushing weight I'm tryna flex up
[Chorus]
Ooh, huh, ooh, yeah
Ooh, huh, ooh, yeah
Ooh, huh, ooh, yeah
Ooh, huh, ooh, yeah
Ooh
[Verse 2]
Bitch I can't twerk with this Glock up in my pants
Shoot at his feet, I think that nigga wanna dance
Bitch I'm cool as ice I get that cream in with no van
Pussy just like water look that bitch ain't got no sand
How my nigga got a [?] he ain't ever been a [?]
Stupid bitch ain't got no money how can shе keep it a band?
Told that nigga that I'm not, I'll be that nigga so I can
And I can't flip on nigga like a pancake in a pan
[Chorus]
Ooh, huh, ooh, yеah
Ooh, huh, ooh, yeah
Ooh, huh, ooh, yeah
Ooh, huh, ooh, yeah
[Verse 3]
Ass just spread like jelly but my gun it never jam
And if she wanna test me I'll be teacher with exam
Swear they wanted smoke but [?] for a gram
They fuck with me like pledge allegiance, know she gonna stand
Speak indigenous, calculate it if you wanna understand
And yo bitch ain't got no taste I know she eatin' Raisin' Bran
Put yo fingers in my pussy ask for help I need a hand
No I don't fuck with condoms but I fuck with rubber bands
[Chorus]
Ooh, huh, ooh, yeah
Ooh, huh, ooh, yeah
Ooh, huh, ooh, yeah
Ooh, huh, ooh, yeah
Ooh
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