Le1f - Ooh (Truffle Butter) lyrics

rate me

(Verse)

Ok, I put holes in yo soul, I spit thru' yo key hole

Read a bitch whole, send him home in pieces

Mo' blood on the leaves than Yeezus

Ya ain’t ‘bout that life, ya don’t need this

Aye, ya , knuckle-head boy, don’t try

I might just leave ya wit a Fetty Wap eye

Wepa, ya could be my next trap queen

Fuck around and ya might play fo' my team

Don’t get washed cause I’m so fresh clean

Red solo cup so heavy I lean

I hit the club so heavy, eyes beam

They can’t keep they little model hands off me

Water type, I’m a star, Ringo

Niggas want to freak me cause they think I’m Mandingo

Waitin' fo' my gate to open like Heathrow

Ya a seven out of ten, I don’t eat those

Gully Gully Island 212

In my city I’mma do what I want do

Really really rare like one of few

Hut one, hut two, big dick, too, nigga

(Verse 2)

Ok, it’s swerve in the club when they come thru' wit my bottle

Shorties is starin' and waitin' on me to pop it

She said she want to touch my body

I said nuh-uh mami, I’m a champagne bati

I’m sorry that I’m not sorry fo' being a little cocky

Flick of the wrist is so floppy

Icy, so live at the Roxy

Mirror on the wall, what it do?

Why I’m lookin' so very cute?

Okay, thinkin' bout rap

I come up to yo city like, bring it, stamp

Passports full of the receipts I trap

In every major city in yo first world map

Trapped in the closet? Oh, neva that, um

Cause no one puts baby in a corner, dad

I’m at the strip club kiki-ing wit staff

I threw a grand on her while we both shook ass

(Verse 3)

I'm flowin' like linen, amongst hoes so acrylic

I'm sickenin', I could switch yo man quick

Easy whips

Watch my hips do the cryptic tick

That make yo nigga want to grip the dick

Niggas say I'm not sick

Little niggas mad cause I rap about dick like y'all rap about clits

Ew, nigga, fuck that shit, u a little punk bitch

I'mma rap about dick, I'm turnin' out niggas cause I'm so legit

Squeeze on my ass, nigga, rub on my tits

Lick the must off my pits

I come to yo crib just to drop off my kids & then I'mma dip

Now I got yo mans at my residence

Talkin' bout how he scratch and spliff

Nigga, ya know how the game goes

Unlace my Jordans and suck on my baby toes

Nice cuticles, cute follicles, mixtape prodigal

My flow's popping, times Square batty boy

I'm so tropic, first generation flyin' type level 100

Hop out the back of the M6

Legendary birds pickin' fo' my bread chips

Baby, come and kiss my Jay-Z lip

And do whateva otha ish that ya may see fit

I told ya Omastar, can ya Diglett?

Don't forget who's the jiggiest nigga in the ZIP

I got Henny in a flask, very innocent

If I let ya in my section, betta wiggle in

Normal type niggas can't sit wit us

Hella too average, don't fit wit us

My whole crew's vibe is ridiculous

Our presence is a service to this fuckin' club

Every time I come thru', yup

Throw it up, roll it up, light it up, dro it up

I stay on the stage, neva posted up

I'm really in here, half these niggas is sumewhat