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Post Toe Suck (An Epilogue) Video (MV)




Performed By: Bubby
Length: 1:53
Written by: Ryan Kaltman




Bubby - Post Toe Suck (An Epilogue) Lyrics




Sup

Boutta' tell a story, shit'll make you need church (yeah)
I ain't takin it cleanly with these hoes, I'm doin' dirt
Because
Bubby don't learn from a lesson
I'm rappin' to tell you it's real
Maybe it's not, for the sake of the story it is
Okay bitch, tell me the deal (grrah)
Remember the girl from the toe song
The one I ain't talked to in so long
The needy, the greedy
The way too high maintenance one
The one who sucked my dick so wrong (bleh)
Well last night she hit me again, and I ain't gonna lie
I was feelin myself
So I answered her text just to see what was going on
She said, "I'm just feelin' myself"
Back doors unlocked
With the porch light kept on (girl whatchu know about it)
Smoke one more joint
Three shots deep, I'm too gone
(But she don't know bout it)
My mind is spinning round and round
Like, "what's she gonna say today"
But it don't really matter now
Substance abuse, it saved the day (hey)
Open the door again
She doesn't look happy
But what did I do to her
The over reaction is tragic
She thought I was true for sure (haha)
Oh my woah, look at her eyes
She gotta fire inside of her
I'm thinkin the load that I got
Is not gon' be fired inside of her (pew)
Joking aside, let's get to the bottom of this shit
I'm starting to miss it
This bitch turn me off like a widget
I'm tellin her quit it, she tells me admit it
What does she want me to admit (what)
Oh that I roasted your ass in a song
Well baby just maybe it was cause
Lickin' your toes felt crazily wrong
She tells me it's just not my place
To make songs about people
And the shit that they're into
I'm tellin her lighten up
Ima comedian
It's just a story I lived through
Any joke that I say that you don't like
I don't care, it don't matter
You were one night
I know you call my dick small
What a double standard
Soon as I say shit
I got a bad manner?
Woah bitch don't come at me
With no rollin' eyes
And your soft talk
Your jumping back and forth
Like a little kid playing games
Call it hopscotch
Your the one who hits me up now
And it's kinda dumb cause
I don't gotta say
Your messin with my mind
Like every other day
Don't wanna call you mine
But I won't get my way, right? (nah)
I'm done with the dumb shit, hoe
I make like a dick and I pull out so quickly
Ima be gone and you ain't gonnna find me
I can be gone so swiftly (zoom)
Oh shit, now I feel bad
Ima leave her sittin all sad and shit
Baby come inside
You can sleep with me, one more time
I gotta flaccid dick, though (platonic)
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Sup

Boutta' tell a story, shit'll make you need church (yeah)
I ain't takin it cleanly with these hoes, I'm doin' dirt
Because
Bubby don't learn from a lesson
I'm rappin' to tell you it's real
Maybe it's not, for the sake of the story it is
Okay bitch, tell me the deal (grrah)
Remember the girl from the toe song
The one I ain't talked to in so long
The needy, the greedy
The way too high maintenance one
The one who sucked my dick so wrong (bleh)
Well last night she hit me again, and I ain't gonna lie
I was feelin myself
So I answered her text just to see what was going on
She said, "I'm just feelin' myself"
Back doors unlocked
With the porch light kept on (girl whatchu know about it)
Smoke one more joint
Three shots deep, I'm too gone
(But she don't know bout it)
My mind is spinning round and round
Like, "what's she gonna say today"
But it don't really matter now
Substance abuse, it saved the day (hey)
Open the door again
She doesn't look happy
But what did I do to her
The over reaction is tragic
She thought I was true for sure (haha)
Oh my woah, look at her eyes
She gotta fire inside of her
I'm thinkin the load that I got
Is not gon' be fired inside of her (pew)
Joking aside, let's get to the bottom of this shit
I'm starting to miss it
This bitch turn me off like a widget
I'm tellin her quit it, she tells me admit it
What does she want me to admit (what)
Oh that I roasted your ass in a song
Well baby just maybe it was cause
Lickin' your toes felt crazily wrong
She tells me it's just not my place
To make songs about people
And the shit that they're into
I'm tellin her lighten up
Ima comedian
It's just a story I lived through
Any joke that I say that you don't like
I don't care, it don't matter
You were one night
I know you call my dick small
What a double standard
Soon as I say shit
I got a bad manner?
Woah bitch don't come at me
With no rollin' eyes
And your soft talk
Your jumping back and forth
Like a little kid playing games
Call it hopscotch
Your the one who hits me up now
And it's kinda dumb cause
I don't gotta say
Your messin with my mind
Like every other day
Don't wanna call you mine
But I won't get my way, right? (nah)
I'm done with the dumb shit, hoe
I make like a dick and I pull out so quickly
Ima be gone and you ain't gonnna find me
I can be gone so swiftly (zoom)
Oh shit, now I feel bad
Ima leave her sittin all sad and shit
Baby come inside
You can sleep with me, one more time
I gotta flaccid dick, though (platonic)
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Writer: Ryan Kaltman
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