Bhuss - Iraq Lobster Lyrics

Giving me a beat man really tryna test ya
Got the backseat, windows down, top all in the Tesla
We came here to throw a party, ransom like Lil Tecca
Pleading on your knees, in the church and now i'm gonna bless ya

Blessing you up in the church then move to the bed, know what you worth
Father to son and the holy big spirit, praying to god all on earth
Except for all of the girls over there, work for the team and they just twerk
They rocking and rolling just like red lobster, going crazy and berserk

Even when you're down, i'm always gonna pick you up
Bumpin to this in the truck, then i take you to the club
Hit it off a little, dance like Michael with his magic glove
Come on let's get on our way, let me just confess my love

You showed me how drugs just don't make you happy
I've been waiting here a long time better make it snappy
Neither are my flow or my rhymes are f*cking crappy
Added hella bass so this song would come trappy

I be making it trappy, making it nice, call up my slatts, call up my slimes
Keeping it bumping, calling the shots and rolling the dice, what you be stuntin
I ain't stuntin nothing, what you down for little shawty
Maybe we can have a little fun, don't forget to call me like

I don't want you no more, please stop playing guitar
I'm surprised it came this quick and made this far
Dancing like a lobster from Iraq, you really set the bar
Higher than the sky for the ones who make there mark

Giving me a beat man really tryna test ya
Got the backseat, windows down, top all in the Tesla
We came here to throw a party, ransom like Lil Tecca
Pleading on your knees, in the church and now i'm gonna bless ya