Idontknowjeffery - Lapdance lyrics

Alright you want me to blow up?
You want me to blow up i got you, uh
Yeah, I know- I know what I gotta do
Ready to blow up right now
Pass me that C4, I'll blow up

Yeah I wrap myself in dynamite
Like I'm tryna die tonight
Yeah they kicked me out the afterlife
Cause they found a pocket knife
I can't wait to fuck myself
Tonight just like hermaphrodite
She selling pussy online
She shipping overnight yes sir
My music out here starting shit
I'll cause an argument nigga I don't need no
Compliment I'm already confident
Since the world is on my dick
Again I'ma fuck a continent
I'm in Jimmy John's with no
Money just eating condiments
Call the sherrif nigga Jeffery standing
On our lawn again
Why's he in our yard again
Wearing dad's cardigan
4: 30 in Arlington, we still partying
Name one nigga harder than
Nigga you don't even know where to begin
Doctor Jefferey spit the truth and
Shit and get crucifixed
I think I want a stupid
Bitch to split rophy's with
A yo I'm innocent
I go to dinner with a Tinder bitch
This an experiment I put my ear in it
Yeah I'm walking like I'm wounded
Look at Jeffery stumble
Americano, out in Europe fucking
Hoes on Bumble shorty you know I'm a stunna
What's your fuckin' number?
Now we eating Benihana's
Smokin' dope and bumpin' Gunna
I'm playing with these bitches man I
Just don't give a damn
I'm cleaning out my bank account out again
Spic and Span bitch so fuckin' nasty she
Got banned from OnlyFans

Grown ass man, smokin' dope and sag pants
Extra money on me I'ma cop a lap dance
Still got money on me I'ma cop a lap dance
Hit to ATM shorty this ya' last chance
Know I got them bands baby holla at ya' mans

Yeah I'ma cop a lap dance
That bitch is trashy and I'm a trash can
My bitch a dancer but she don't tap dance
Yo, who tryna fuck a black man?
Boy, I ain't fell off I fell off the wagon
I'm in yo' crib I'm in yo' medicine cabinet
(damn) now you got some pills that
I ain't got quit braggin'
My stripper bitch she get them racks
I get a fraction
I'm bumpin' Mack-10 smokin' a wax pen
I know the ice thin, but I'm stomping on it
Ain't it?

Grown ass man, still sag pants
Extra money on me, hold up hold up
Extra money on me I'ma cop a lap dance
Still got money on me I'ma cop a lap dance
Hit to ATM shorty this ya' last chance
Know I got them bands
Come and holla at ya' mans