No Manners lyrics

[Intro]

(My nigga Deltah in them pots)

[Chorus]

She gon' pull up whenever I tell her

She love Country Grammar, for her I go ape

'Cause she know how to treat the banana

She lit like a candle, I'm straight from Atlanta

She like to be freaky on camera

It's nothin', too much I can't handle

Freak bitch ain't come with no manners

Freak bitch ain't come with no manners

[Verse 1]

This ain't no interview, know what you came to do

Beat the pussy back to back (Back to back to back), need an interlude

I be all inside the pussy like inner tubes (Woo)

All in your ocean, strokin' and floatin'

Pop me a Perky (Yeah), my dick ain't workin' (Yeah)

Give me like thirty-five minutes if I don't come back in by thirty-five minutes then you can get up 'cause that meanin' I'm finished (Bye, bye)

I can't be goin' bad (Nah), I can't be goin' out sad

These hoes be runnin' they mouth, especially when they get mad

They run out the house, talking 'bout you eating 'em out

Stop lyin' on me, you know you lyin' on me

You be relyin' on me (You do)

Obsessed with the dick, I know you be spyin' on me

Girl, you be cryin' for me

Work on your attitude (Work on it, work on it, work on it)

Bih stop trippin' (No, no)

I ain't for buyin' food (Oh no, no-no)

Respect my pimpin'

This ain't no regular shit, don't need me no regular bitch, I like me a freaky (Haha)

Who gon' go cray in the sheets (Ooh)

Eat all the meat (Ooh)

And video tape it for me (Ooh)

[Chorus]

She gon' pull up whenever I tell her

She love Country Grammar, for her I go ape

'Cause she know how to treat the banana

She lit like a candle, I'm straight from Atlanta

She like to be freaky on camera

It's nothin', too much I can't handle

Freak bitch ain't come with no manners

Freak bitch ain't come with no manners

She gon' pull up whenever I tell her (Pull up)

She love Country Grammar, for her I go ape (Oh, oh)

'Cause she know how to treat the banana

She lit like a candle, I'm straight from Atlanta (Oh, oh)

She like to be freaky on camera

It's nothin', too much I can't handle (Oh, oh)

Freak bitch ain't come with no manners

Freak bitch ain't come with no manners

[Verse 2]

Better watch how you talk to G (Better watch how you talk to G)

'Fore I spit in your mouth

Watch how you comin' for me (Watch how come for a nigga)

You get kicked out of the house (Yeah)

She ain't got no manners but she got high standards (Yeah)

Love to do freaky lil' shit on the camera

I finger that [?] and she peel the banana (Ooh)

Blew her back out like [?], blew her back out like [?]

That my lil' hoe

We go in bed [?]

Start on the bed and dump on the floor

I'm all in her head, I'm all in her throat

We don't even go by rules (Haha)

She suckin' for some shoes

She want the Christian, the Lou's (Yeah, yeah)

I bought her some booze

So she gon' do what I tell her 'cause I work forever

You know I'm havin' [?]

[Chorus]

She gon' pull up whenever I tell her

She love Country Grammar, for her I go ape

'Cause she know how to treat the banana

She lit like a candle, I'm straight from Atlanta

She like to be freaky on camera

It's nothin', too much I can't handle

Freak bitch ain't come with no manners

Freak bitch ain't come with no manners

She gon' pull up whenever I tell her (Pull up)

She love Country Grammar, for her I go ape (Oh, oh)

'Cause she know how to treat the banana

She lit like a candle, I'm straight from Atlanta (Oh, oh)

She like to be freaky on camera

It's nothin', too much I can't handle (Oh, oh)

Freak bitch ain't come with no manners

Freak bitch ain't come with no manners (Oh, oh)