Picasso by The Official Yung Bull Lyrics
I got that paint like Picasso. Fucking them baddies and models. I drink Ciroc out the bottle. I call that Pablo Picasso
I got that paint that paint. She fuck me so good that I faint. Cause I said that I was a Saint. Smoking that loud no dank
I got that loud that loud. She making me cum I'm proud. Blow her back the bitch gone wild. Pussy my lyrics is mild
Niggas can't handle the heat, bitches can't handle the meat. Know niggas that bang on the street. Pull up you get yo ass beat. Yung Bull The plug. She eyeing me hard said your bitch wanna fuck. Said you ain't enough, now she down on her knees and she giving it up. I swear that's it's tough but I'm all bout a bag bitch I'm busy enough. So take all of your stuff. Get the stepping bitch I'm busy as fuck. I fuck her so good she can't walk, dick in her throat she can't talk. I ain't call back? My fault. Stop talking bitch I'm Adult
I got that paint like Picasso. Fucking them baddies and models. I drink Ciroc out the bottle. I call that Pablo Picasso
I call that Pablo. She be smuggling bricks and the hoe got her eyes closed. We call that Picasso she painting a picture of where she gone hide tho. And she got a physique, if she play her cards right I'll take her off the streets. I go hard on the beat. Like I'm fucking with fate with the way that I leap. That's your man but he cheap. Like I'm touching your heart with the way I go deep. And you know I'm beast. I'm eating these rappers the way that I feast. I'm the King of the Keif, S.I.P to Santana got love from Cheif Keef. Niggas jacking it's beef, you get smoked like a blunt and then put in my leaf
I got that paint like Picasso. Fucking them baddies and models. I drink Ciroc out the bottle. I call that Pablo Picasso
I got that paint that paint. She fuck me so good that I faint. Cause I said that I was a Saint. Smoking that loud no dank
I got that loud that loud. She making me cum I'm proud. Blow her back the bitch gone wild. Pussy my lyrics is mild
Niggas can't handle the heat, bitches can't handle the meat. Know niggas that bang on the street. Pull up you get yo ass beat. Yung Bull The plug. She eyeing me hard said your bitch wanna fuck. Said you ain't enough, now she down on her knees and she giving it up. I swear that's it's tough but I'm all bout a bag bitch I'm busy enough. So take all of your stuff. Get the stepping bitch I'm busy as fuck. I fuck her so good she can't walk, dick in her throat she can't talk. I ain't call back? My fault. Stop talking bitch I'm Adult
I got that paint like Picasso. Fucking them baddies and models. I drink Ciroc out the bottle. I call that Pablo Picasso
I call that Pablo. She be smuggling bricks and the hoe got her eyes closed. We call that Picasso she painting a picture of where she gone hide tho. And she got a physique, if she play her cards right I'll take her off the streets. I go hard on the beat. Like I'm fucking with fate with the way that I leap. That's your man but he cheap. Like I'm touching your heart with the way I go deep. And you know I'm beast. I'm eating these rappers the way that I feast. I'm the King of the Keif, S.I.P to Santana got love from Cheif Keef. Niggas jacking it's beef, you get smoked like a blunt and then put in my leaf
I got that paint like Picasso. Fucking them baddies and models. I drink Ciroc out the bottle. I call that Pablo Picasso