Yummy Online - Folding Clothes lyrics

Fold that little bitch like clean clothes


Told that bitch, keep her legs closed
Lil’ bitch, just play your role
(just play your role)
I just want the top, nothing more
(sloppy toppy)
I don’t wanna talk, no no no (we can’t talk)
I just want the bands, nothing more
(rickety racks racks)
Put another stain in the work (hit ‘em, bow)
Hit his block and act again, niggas swerve
(swerved off)
Drifting down the lane smoking purple
Clout goggles, Look like Steve Urkel
Put a freezer chain, and it’s cold (brr)
Let a nigga beat, she deep throat
(she’s a thot)
She want that DP, she a thottie
(she’s a thot)
That’s yo mami, call me papi (Champagne)

Fold that little bitch like clean clothes


Bitch I’m so sweet like glucose (C6-H12-O6)
Bars are cold just like my soul
(yeah, ain’t got one)
Got the game on lock, I’m the code
(password?)
La Dolce Vida until I croak (LDV bitch)
Damn girl I like your white toes (mmm, yeah?)
Fold that little bitch like clean clothes
Doing laundry, imma give her my load
(ooo, bars)
Word Play is hung with no rope (ooo, bars)
Word Play the Don is the GOAT (baaaa)
Civic doing the dash, watch me go
HKS sponsored turbo
(gimme that pink slip nigga)
I’m so high I feel like I float
Putting some thraxx in a cone
I’m in my muhfucking zone
Remy my muhfucking clone
We been apart for too long
Millennial Cheech and I’m Chong
Skywalker up in a bong
Watching some show about pong, while
She is sucking my schlong, word