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She got a little bit a stomach but that's ok Uh, she gon' let a real nigga eat it I Appreciate woman with a whole lotta cake uh Baby that's a whole lotta shape' If I die here tonight baby ride my face, Uh I'ma wrap my arm around ya waist and hold on real tight while you do it Twerk like Lizzo when you whine to the music She got a little bit a stomach but that's ok Uh, she gon' let a real nigga eat it I Appreciate woman with a whole lotta cake uh Baby that's a whole lotta shape' If I die here tonight baby ride my face, Uh I'ma wrap my arm around ya waist and hold on real tight while you do it Twerk like Lizzo when you whine to the music I told you bitch come here A rich nigga wants ya Last boyfriend don't got six figures don't he 392 yeah a rich nigga own it Chapo played Pele got Viduka on it Pinky ring shinnin, kill a piss on it Step here lil mama he missin you don't it Catch that lil bitch she tickle you don't her How you that nigga you beggin for money Hold up wait, bad bitch fuckin she on it today Check out my jewelry ain't none of it fake Push button baby we thuggin today Uh uh thuggin' today mmmmmmm Thuggin' today mmm, big Dude She got a little bit a stomach but that's ok Uh, she gon' let a real nigga eat it I Appreciate woman with a whole lotta cake uh Baby that's a whole lotta shape If I die here tonight baby ride my face, uh I'ma wrap my arm around ya waist and hold on real tight while you do it Twerk like Lizzo when you whine to the music She got a little bit a stomach but that's ok Uh, she gon' let a real nigga eat it I Appreciate woman with a whole lotta cake uh Baby that's a whole lotta shape' If I die here tonight baby ride my face, Uh I'ma wrap my arm around ya waist and hold on real tight while you do it Twerk like Lizzo when you whine to the music (Stand flat footed put your hands on your knees) (You know what I like) (Arch in your back left hand your oblique) (You know what I like, but I don't really give a 'bout a little bit of stomach) (Stand at attention you salute it with ease) (I'm the truth you agree) (And you know what I like,good sex make you go dumb) (Good sex you better not run)
Writer(s): Demarcus Adams, Brown Byron Jamel Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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