Btd song by Stamper from Primary Album Album not found. The music is composed and produced by Joel. Genre is Comedy, Rap music. The Record company is unknown. Released on None.
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Btd Meaning
| [[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 butt and vagina 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 damn 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 penis 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 butter 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 dick Sorta bores me, to pieces I’ll meet you at the crib ‘Cause I’m horny, for peaches [Verse 2] I’m practically magical, cause I eat the booty And Tack on vaginal, while I’m squeezing your boobies It’s all inclusive Bang for the buck Buck for some change I’ll eat a pussy like it’s muck-bong, or mook-bang Whatever the fuck 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 Dick It’s a blunt and concise request, disguised with text It means they’re horny and restless, for consensual sex 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 fuck-ton of penis 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 dick Sorta bores me, to pieces I’ll meet you at the crib ‘Cause I’m horny, 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’ butt 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 skillet Booty is booty I’ll fuck 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 dick Sorta bores me, to pieces Shit, 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 dick God) And all I want is recognition for enduring this wretched existence Recurring misery, killing my religion And God watches it all, and chuckles under his breath He could give a fuck 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 shit ‘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 butt All up in your butt All up in your booty (Aw, damn!) All up in your booty All up in your butt (That shit is slappin’ like child abuse baby!) In your booty Up in your butt All up in your butt All up in your booty (I said, whassup up girl?) All up in your booty All up in your butt It’s lotsa stuff, involving your butt It’s lotsa stuff, involving your butt, girl It’s lotsa stuff, involving your butt When you gonna let me do butt 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 dick Sorta bores me, to pieces I’ll meet you at the crib ‘Cause I’m horny, for peaches [Outro: Katabelle] L O L tee hee] |
