​miind, SCXTT PILGRIM - Minute Maid lyrics

Good evening Twitter
This is your boy eat that pussy 445
Give me your fucking toes nigga
Ayo turn the beat up, turn it up
I gotchu, it’s at max, it
Is at maximum volume, that's the max?
I don’t understand,  that's just as loud
As it goes

Aye one, two, three yuh, okay like
I be flying high up in the
Sky just like a satellite
And I’m feeling hungry um
I think I got an appetite
Praying that these bitches piss me off
And I might fight a dyke
Ooh, damn, you get it, I whip it?
She misbehave
Like get to back to the kitchen
You best believe that I’m fly like a pigeon
And I got the bars like I'm
A cell door in a prison
Aye but like, what you thinking so far?
Yeah, it’s hard I'm a hit the
Beat just like an 808 i’m finna
Get the juice like it’s Minute Maid
I’m burning up the like the sun
You could use some shade
And she blow on my dick
Like it’s creme broulea, uh
Okay like
Making it rain just like the weatherman
Honestly, I might just go and
Finger fuck a bitch
Right off the adrenaline
Got your girly bumping
All my song cause they all better than
And she got a big gap tooth David Letterman
(yeah yeah okay)

I'm back like a scoliosis
All but focused, like a witch
I got the potion, I'm atrocious
Two dots on em like a colon
Aim at sofas, crazy when I crunch the beat
Like it's cinnamon toasted, uh yeah
Ayo MI I ND, what you think of this beat dog?
Yea, it's fye, tight as a tie
And my bread stacking high
Bitch sweet lemon lime
That chick mighty fine
You a pussy you running like Mr noodle
She lick icing off my dick
Like a toaster strudel
She eat dick like chips like a bag of Bugles
Fuck a grandma that can't work computers
Like it's Planet Drool
I think niggas they sleep on us
My coupe the color of Funions, I’m rude on it
Punch a bitch boy in a loop, his tooth flying
Minute Maid my drip be sweet
Like the juice on it
She take kids on that ass like a booster seat
I can't fuck the bitch if
She got rooster feet
I can't fuck with these niggas
It's done, capeche, bitch getting
Wetter than a fucking coral reef
And I'm sorry not sorry
I don't fuck with peeps
Unless it's my nigga Scott
Then we must defeat
Niggas watching our moves
My neck wet like a pool
And we back in this bitch
With ya bitch to keep (whore)

Aye one, two, three yuh, okay like
I be flying high up in the
Sky just like a satellite
And I’m feeling hungry um
I think I got an appetite
Praying that these bitches piss me off
And I might fight a dyke
Ooh, damn, you get it, I whip it?
She misbehave
Like get to back to the kitchen
You best believe that I’m fly like a pigeon
And I got the bars like I'm
A cell door in a prison
Aye but like, what you thinking so far?
Yeah, it’s hard I'm a hit the
Beat just like an 808 i’m finna
Get the juice like it’s Minute Maid
I’m burning up the like the sun
You could use some shade
And she blow on my dick
Like it’s creme broulea, uh
Okay like
Making it rain just like the weatherman
Honestly, I might just go and
Finger fuck a bitch
Right off the adrenaline
Got your girly bumping
All my song cause they all better than
And she got a big gap tooth David Letterman