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Bricks, this shit finna kill these niggas Go Grizz Kio, Kio Uh, met this pretty ting, nice to meet you, mucho gusto Sweeter than a churro, she call me Papi Chulo Yeah, I'm single, baby girl, but how 'bout you though? Tryna make you my number one, tryna make you my numero uno Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet-sweet Sweet, sweet-sweet, sweet, sweet Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet Sweet, sweet, sweet-sweet Sweet, sweet-sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet She's sexy I'm in love with her brain, man, she's stuck on my mind She only speaks when she has an epiphany Kind of girl you wanna fuck all the time Ride me like I'm Ginuwine I suck on her nipples, she's suckin' on mine She told me "Hit it from behind" I stroke it, I pull out, I cum on her spine Uh, I think that I found me a keeper, por favor mamacita Let's do it like Mickey and Mallory, get you some ice to go with your tequila I just bought a Rolex, broke it in half 'cause this one's a creeper We sippin' liquor by the litre, pussy so good it put me in a sleeper When I look left in the morning, there's a bitch who's tryna stay (who are you?) Did we smash or not? Man, I don't recognise her face (who are you?) I don't need your talkin' or your weed you're tryna blaze (no) Me and Skep linked up, and now we're dancin' in the rave (ooh) Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet-sweet Sweet, sweet-sweet, sweet, sweet Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet Sweet, sweet, sweet-sweet Sweet, sweet-sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet Came out of the car, and your bitch, she said, "Hola" I'm smoking cigars and I'm drinking Coronas And I met this bitch who was dressed up in Rosa I tell her, "Come here, girl you're very hermosa" Tengo dinero, forget your man Come outside, step, man, and look at my dance Some tequila, man, I'm droppin' my bands Take the weed off me, man, I'm droppin' my bands That bitch is way too fire (whoa) Where the hell did I find her? (Mmm) Man, it's hard to describe her (yeah) Other bitches don't like her (whoa) It's 'cause she's gettin' all designer (yeah) Mm, it's a minor (woah) Your other man, he's tired (yeah) Fuck him and then climb up, dancing Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet (you got me dancing) Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet-sweet Sweet, sweet-sweet, sweet, sweet (money dancing) Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet Sweet, sweet, sweet-sweet (you got me dancing)
Writer(s): Charles Eric Driggers, Octavian Oliver Godji, Joseph Junior Adenuga, Kevin Price, Kiowa Roukema Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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