lirik lagu btd – stamper
[intro: katabelle]
hey baby
i’m so frustrated right now
frowny face emoji
you know that cute little thong i bought from victoria’s secret?
well, it barely fits
it’s just so tight around my thick juicy body, specifically around my b*tt and v*g*n*
mmmm * wanna help me, you know, take it off?
god, i’m so sweaty and blah blah blah whatever
smirking face emoji
[verse 1]
god d*mn
some people don’t understand
you don’t gotta text walls of paragraphs, just peaches and eggplants
a picture’s worth a thousand words
just like emojis
a salivating face and an eggplant means they prolly gonna blow me
eggplants are pee pees
leaky p*n*s got me formulating harebrained schemes for peaches
and peach emojis are booties, if you’re outta the loop
meaning peaches are now hands down, my favorite fruit
in a perfect world
i’d wake up, have a cup of joe
with a perfect girl
smearing booty on my morning toast
and i know, it sounds gross
but is it though?
it’s just bread, but instead of b*tter and jam, it’s bootyhole
but nah, i’m just an advocate for ass
and i’m packing enough eggplant
to share with the whole class
you, have no dignity
that’s fair
ay can i borrow some cab fare?
no
alright
[hook]
rollin’ to your crib in my shoebarus
little bit woozy from consuming booze
but i got your text, saying btd
with an eggplant, a peach, and little water drops
so i’m assuming you’re wet
i’m gonna bathe in the juices that your body produces
and abuse that fruit, until it’s covered, with bruises
’cause beating my d*ck
sorta bores me, to pieces
i’ll meet you at the crib
’cause i’m h*rny, for peaches
[verse 2]
i’m practically magical, cause i eat the booty
and
tack on v*g*n*l, while i’m squeezing your b00bies
it’s all inclusive
bang for the buck
buck for some change
i’ll eat a p*ssy like it’s muck*bong, or mook*bang
whatever the f*ck bang
them gross videos on youtube
featuring people sloppily eating unreasonably huge portions of food
but you do you, and i’ll do me
but send me a peach, with btd
and just to clarify
btd, means to bring that d*ck
it’s a blunt and concise request, disguised with text
it means they’re h*rny and restless, for consensual s*x
and to get molested, legs spread, with a fetish for tetris (what?)
cause they been saving a slot for a bar piece
dropping the other blocks off to the side for the time being (oh!)
so grab your car keys, or drive your shoes
’cause there’s a f*ck*ton of p*n*s on earth
but they chose you
[hook]
rollin’ to your crib in my shoebarus
little bit woozy from consuming booze
but i got your text, saying btd
with an eggplant, a peach, and little water drops
so i’m assuming you’re wet
i’m gonna bathe in the juices that your body produces
and abuse that fruit, until it’s covered, with bruises
’cause beating my d*ck
sorta bores me, to pieces
i’ll meet you at the crib
’cause i’m h*rny, for peaches
[verse 3]
and yeah victoria told me your secret (huh?)
you got a new thong, and you want me to peep it (that’s right…)
but on the real, i could take it or leave it (what?)
i can barely see it
’cause your booty cheeks are trying to eat it
i hope you kept the receipt, for your frivolous purchase
better check your bootleg tory burch purse
and if it turns up
burn it
i’m fairly certain, customer service ain’t gonna let you return it
pause
before i forget, i meant to ask you
are you a fan of kirby?
’cause my mouth is a vacuum
and your booty’s looking dirty
nah, i’m just a fan of gettin’ b*tt in my face
and the aftertaste of ass that lasts for days
and regardless of the ass, imma fill it
like i’m dumping my eggs up in a cast iron sk!llet
booty is booty
i’ll f*ck a chick, a dude, a trans chick (yep)
i purposely go fishing for catfish
[hook]
rollin’ to your crib in my shoebarus
little bit woozy from consuming booze
but i got your text, saying btd
with an eggplant, a peach, and little water drops
so i’m assuming you’re wet
i’m gonna bathe in the juices that your body produces
and abuse that fruit, until it’s covered, with bruises
’cause beating my d*ck
sorta bores me, to pieces
sh*t, rain check
’cause my brain is plagued and feelin’
[verse 4]
weighed down with hazy and vague thoughts
so i’m headed to the bathroom, to wash my face off
towel down as i look in the mirror and lock eyes with a guy, that i don’t even recognize
and why is he smiling
like a child who’s hiding a dark secret
and he’s excited to leak it
it’s pretty frequent treatment from a dude i’m just assuming is lucifer disguised
because he feeds on weakness
the angel of light is right
cause he’s deceiving, like a beacon, misleading people into the darkness
the original g for incarnates
he’ll look you in the eyes and smile, while he defiles your carcass
and i know you’re thinking
what about the heavenly father?
but he never listens
so i never bother (suck a d*ck god)
and all i want is recognition for enduring this wretched existence
recurring misery, k!lling my religion
and god watches it all, and chuckles under his breath
he could give a f*ck less
well that’s a two*player game, and i’m up next
it’s my turn, to turn my back and walk
see you can have that sh*t
’cause i’ve locked down a spot below, with a solid plot to claim the throne
and reign as king, preaching to sycophants
scrolling my phone, and seeing peaches and eggplants
limitless grocery produce at my command
[bridge]
all up in your b*tt
all up in your b*tt
all up in your booty (aw, d*mn!)
all up in your booty
all up in your b*tt (that sh*t is slappin’ like child abuse baby!)
in your booty
up in your b*tt
all up in your b*tt
all up in your booty (i said, whassup up girl?)
all up in your booty
all up in your b*tt
it’s lotsa stuff, involving your b*tt
it’s lotsa stuff, involving your b*tt, girl
it’s lotsa stuff, involving your b*tt
when you gonna let me do b*tt stuff girl? (hay, hay, hay, hay)
[hook]
rollin’ to your crib in my shoebarus
little bit woozy from consuming booze
but i got your text, saying btd
with an eggplant, a peach, and little water drops
so i’m assuming you’re wet
i’m gonna bathe in the juices that your body produces
and abuse that fruit, until it’s covered, with bruises
’cause beating my d*ck
sorta bores me, to pieces
i’ll meet you at the crib
’cause i’m h*rny, for peaches
[outro: katabelle]
l o l tee hee
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