STUTTER - BLAISE MOORE

Talking ‘bout diamond rings

Talking that saccharine

Down boy, take a seat

Better yet, on your knees

I’m gon' fuck your wife

Oh man

I dare you fucking try me

I’ll put suzy in the bin

Ay yeah push has come to shove

This the real me talking now

So baby listen up

I went through hell

For your love

But of course

Its not enough

Did I fucking stutter?

Give you reason to ignore her

And now you’re on another lover

What’s her name

What’s her name

What’s her name and sin number?

(Did I fucking stutter)

(Did I stutter)

(Did I, did I, did I fucking stutter)

Fuck

I’m over this shit now

You can’t tell me she get down

Better than I do

When I threw it back

You went for the extra two points with the touchdown

Bitch can’t touch my crown

Hope you have fun with the lowbrow

Keep out of my ends, my town

No won’t allow it no way no how

Okaaaay

Yeah they boyfriends call me Daddy

They caught me swinging n now he my fucking caddy

Used to call mine papi

Now I take his bitch shopping

Didn’t now how he had it

Until he lost it

Did I fucking stutter?

Give you reason to ignore her

And now you’re on another lover

What’s her name

What’s her name

What’s her name and sin number?

(Did I fucking stutter)

(Did I stutter)

(Did I, did I, did I fucking stutter)

You wanna take off to Boston

Talked all the shit n I lost it

Deal with these bitches too often

You wanna be in a coffin

Take off to Boston

Talked all the shit n I lost it

I deal with these bitches too often

You wanna be in a coffin

You wanna be in a coffin

You wanna take off to Boston

Talked all the shit n I lost it

I deal with these bitches too often

You wanna be in a coffin

You wanna be in a coffin

You wanna take off to Boston

Yeah, fuck