Right Back
I got did so wrong
I got did so wrong
I just got did so wrong
Ay
I just got did so wrong
He got big D, big meat
That nigga was so long
Man, the meat was like six feet
That boy had a whole dong
He keep telling me to hold on
Now he say he breaking up with me
Remember that he said he stuck with me
I bought that nigga everything
Buy him wedding rings
I keep him in luxury
Now he saying he don't fuck with me
I guess I gotta move along now
Why did he do me wrong, now?
Why did he do me wrong, now?
I ain't do nothing wrong
I was perfect
Even recorded him while he was twerking
Met him in 2016, when we was teens
Now he a whole different person
I put my trust in a nigga
But you never know what they hidin'
Behind the damn curtains
I might be done with these big booty niggas
'Cause right now it's seeming
That it isn't working
I'm right back to jerking
Ay, I'm right back to jerking
Oh, oh, oh
Right back to jerking
I'm right back to jerking
I'm right back to jerking
I'm right back to—
No
Ain't a thing been the same
My man chilling
I can't cop a feel
It got me reminiscing the days
Blue balls, blue taint
Frustrated, I'm in pain
My heart is in pieces
I need to release it
I need to let it out and spray
I don't wanna jerk it
I don't want jerkings
All over my gherkin
I miss my man
The way he would work it
He would pop that booty out
And twerk it
Don't wanna jerk it
I wanna hit it in various ways
I want a booty meal all on my plate
I fell for his masturbate
Straight playing games
Tired of the loneliest days
Tired of getting no play
When I'm tryna spray
My vanilla Yoplait
All on my main dude's face
I'm right back to jerking
Nah, nah
Right back to jerking
Ooh
Right back to jerking
Ay, I'm right back to jerking
Oh, oh, oh
Right back to jerking
I'm right back to jerking
I'm right back to jerking
I'm right back to—
I'm right back to beating on my shit
Man, sometimes, I lose control
And I be skeeting on my shit
Don't use no teeth when you be sucking
Don't be eating on my shit
That nigga bit me while he sucked me
Man, I'm bleeding on my shit
Now there's blood, now
Fetch a nigga soul
Like I'm killing me some bloodhounds
When I'm done fucking
Feel like he got hit with gun rounds
Nigga, DigBar's house is a fun town
You'll catch my attention
If I notice that them buns round
And if that butt wide
Nigga, I might nosedive
I like ears, mouth, nose and butt
I'm not a toes guy
Shout out Jake Hole
'Cause I got wood
'Cause I'm a Lowe's guy
If Diddy saw my damn cake
He would've chose mine
Nigga, come and get into my bed
We don't got no time
Tackle that lil' booty like Ray Lewis
He got clotheslined
New DigBar dildos
'Bout to drop on my new clothes line
I don't offer head
I'll do it if he blows mine
Bitch
Nigga, fuck
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Fuck, fuck
Beat it up
Beat, beat, beat, beat
I'd rather beat cheeks
Set up IMAX
Watching gay porn in 3D
Rated R, not PG
Getting hard, I beat meat
So bored, I can't lie
Still staying alive like the Bee Gees
Fiending for some wiener
My demeanor change, I'm getting mad
Take my heart and smash it into pieces
I'm gon' beat his— ah
I'm gon' beat his buns
Slap it up, leave it numb
Clap it from the back, butt attack
I won't let him cum
LA Dodgers thong
Bulls on my ball cap
Really 'bout the nuts
You're nuts if you think I ball, cap
Man cake, done saw that
More wood than a ball bat
Where my fellas at?
All these women, where the balls at?
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Beat him out them jorts
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Beat him out them jorts