*[(Think slow 808s, reverbed piano chords, pitched-down vocals, maybe a little baby-voice Auto-Tune crying in the background)]*
[Intro – soft, slurring]
Yeah… I hate you… still text you at 3…
Street dolls got that good bussy though… mm
Taste like cookies… fuck my life…
[Chorus]
Street dolls can suck me off today
Cookies in the back, butter on the blade
I hate you but that throat still say my name
We can fuck on your mom’s couch, no shame
We can fuck on your granny grave, moonlight glow
Throw it back on that headstone, let the dead know
Your daddy child-support checks hit the floor
He left your ugly ass but I can be your daddy now
[Verse 1]
You blocked me seven times still watch my stories
Cryin’ in the group chat “he don’t want me”
But them street dolls don’t never act corny
Bend over in the whip, windows foggy
Pussy taste like vanilla wafers, ass like snickerdoodle
You was tryna wife me, I was tryna duck & Google
Now I’m scrollin’ through the For You, see you lookin’ lost
While I’m gettin’ neck from a doll with a cross
[Chorus]
Street dolls can suck me off today
Cookies in the back, butter on the blade
I hate you but that throat still say my name
We can fuck on your mom’s couch, no shame
We can fuck on your granny grave, moonlight glow
Throw it back on that headstone, let the dead know
Your daddy child-support checks hit the floor
He left your ugly ass but I can be your daddy now
[Verse 2 – more pathetic]
Sent you “wyd” at 4:22, you read it, left me on seen
Now I’m in the parking lot with a doll named Dream
She call me “papi” even though I’m broke as hell
You was my forever, now I’m just her clientele
I hate how you still live rent-free in my skull
But these street dolls make the pain feel dull
One got my name tatted on her left cheek
The other one gargle while she call me “big freak”
[Bridge – straight sobbing]
Why you gotta be so mean…
When you know I still cream…
To the thought of your screams…
On your momma couch, ripped jeans…
[Final Chorus – pitched down, crying]
Street dolls can suck me off today
Taste like cookies, wash the pain away
I hate you… but I’m still gon’ pay…
To fuck on your granny grave… today…
Your daddy checks bouncin’, mine do too
But I’ll still be your daddy if you want me to…
Yeah… I hate you…
But street dolls got that good bussy…
And it taste like… cookies…
[Outro – fading]
… cookies …
… fuck my life …
… be your daddy now …
(808s rumble out)
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