Mr. D.C.T.

[Intro]
Ha-ha
It's the fuckin' Bandman, you heard?
Ha-ha
Aye, look
Hold on, look, wait
Hold on, look, wait
Mr. Don't-Cuff-That, you heard?
You know how this shit go
Aye

[Verse 1]
Hold on, wait, baby girl, it's the Bandman
Come and take you a ride to the band land
Give you this dick, make you cum out your sweat glands
Love when it slippin' and slide, feel like wetland
Hah
Let me stop talkin' macky
Fuck all the lust, I just want to make you happy
Love when you play in my hair, call it nappy
Them niggas you fuckin' be givin' me wacky, wait
They hatin' on me, got vendettas, uh
Put my trust in this Beretta
Niggas be talkin', they hatin', I let 'em
'Cause I really know if I wanted, could wet 'em, ayе
Ask about me, I'm that nigga
Me? I be chillin' whilе gang pullin' triggers
Tryna get mama a house and some figures
I know the gold comin', I'm really a digger

[Verse 2]
Aye
Look
Babygirl, I'm a lion, a leo
If he play, set it off like I'm Cleo
Four-Five-Six to his dome, ain't no Ceelo
Brodie slide on a bike like he D-Bo, bully
Jumped in this shit all the way, fully
Chasin' this bag, I ain't talkin' no Louis
Love when I play in her box, gooey
Then she started catchin' feelings, moody
I cannot fuck with these rappers, they booty
Remember when they said that club shit was booty
Now they tellin' all they friends that they knew me
The bitches that I got, the booty Big Judy
Hah
How I like it
She on my body, she know she can't fight it
Droppin' these songs, I just hope that you like it
If not, I'ma hop in that stu and keep tryin'