Lyrics

Come here b*tch let me see what that mouth do In the club drinking henny with her mouth full Colombian ting and it go like 22' We boutta turn up, why the fuck you sitting down? just stand up All these bitches on my dick cos i'm soon to blow Moody did this on his phone you already know All the guys in matching whips Try and test us we'll turn you into a pack of crips How you thinking we got beef I don't know your name your dying for nyash why the fuck you so lame They told me to switch it up and that's what i did Last year she left me on read now she opened her (Hahaha) Spread her legs nfl she a wide reciever When I hit she won't see me like i'm john cena Labels calling my phone but i'm not stupid I do this shit by my own and the gang included One lane One benz One army bacardi and Her pussy so wet call it a tsunami (Hahaha) She like what you doing, i'm like what we doing Bad one big back and i'm not just viewing Sweet one in the pool screaming my name She got a boyfriend but i'll take the blame This summer's for the gang, Ay bro who's that in the disco floor? She looking leng Smoking that loud up, told her be quite but she wanna be louder And we hopped in the party like Come here bitch let me see what that mouth do In the club drinking henny with her mouth full, Colombian ting and it go like Come here bitch let me see what that mouth do In the club drinking henny with her mouth full, Colombian ting and it go like
Writer(s): Franik Busuttil Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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