Hit a button, Morty. Give me a beat. Oh, man. Okay. Alright, um... Unh. Unh. Swish. Swish. Bitch out of my face. Bitch out of my face. Bitch out of my face. Bitch out of my face. Hands up on my whip, though. Hands up on my window. Hands up on my tits, though. Unh. Eyeball, Ken, on course. I'm a dog, Ken, of course. Velvet, Michael Kors. Dressed to kill, another course. They contort, I concord. Do a spin, they contort. They jelly, they concord. Beat that face like Contour. He says, tush, my Dupont. Tush, smoke him like Newport. All the push, right in the push. As-Salaam-Alaikum, don't eat poor. I said, bad bitch vibes. Heard it through the grapevine. Fake position, cowgirl. How much dick they ride? Brown is my nigga, brown skin. Sucks in the bitch with brown lips. Brown whip with brown. Tasting honey with his brown lips. Dream house, darling. Barbie, Ken, and Dolphins. I'm wetter than Dolphins. The cat is what he doggin'. I ain't match your barkin'. I get shots like Barton. No Dolly, but Pawton. Winners goes parkin'. I'm in a V like T-shirts. Recall you heard the skirt. While I reverse, reverb. Your pant ain't match your verse, bitch. Bitch out of my face. Bitch out of my face. Bitch out of my face. Bitch out of my face. Hands up on my whip, though. Hands up on my window. Hands up on my testosterone. She gone play you like Nintendo. Bitch out of my face. Bitch out of my face. Bitch out of my face. Bitch out of my face. Hands up on my whip, though. Hands up on my window. Hands up on my testosterone. She gone play you like Nintendo.