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How much does it cost, boy? You wish it was a million Tig old bitties bite-size Wishing you could feel 'em Avant garde coochie You've been used to them civilians Keep the pH right We ain't shopping at Pavillions, uh I'm in Turk and Caicos I've been working on my tan He've been sending texts He says he loves me like a fan Boy, don't catch that flight I do what you do with my hands Told 'em I don't want him I just ride him 'cause I can And his old bitch don't look better than me That old bitch don't look better than me That old bitch don't look better than me His old bitch don't look bеtter than me And his old bitch don't look bеtter than me That old bitch don't look better than me That old bitch don't look better than me His old bitch don't look better than me Am I realling conceited Or you mad you just can't eat it? Better get it up more rounds I like what I like, damn right, I'm greedy All my life had to fight A hating-ass hoe like my name Ceely Am I realling conceited Or you mad your man wanna please it? I'm in Turk and Caicos I've been working on my tan He've been sending texts He says he loves me like a fan Boy, don't catch that flight I do what you do with my hands Told 'em I don't want him I just ride him 'cause I can And his old bitch don't look better than me That old bitch don't look better than me That old bitch don't look better than me His old bitch don't look better than me And his old bitch don't look better than me That old bitch don't look better than me That old bitch don't look better than me His old bitch don't look better than me Italian nigga wanna slide me like Alfredo Nigerian nigga want this fufu on his face tho' My southern nigga tryna eat it like some chicken I told 'em, "Put it on a plate, this finger lickin'" I know this niggas talk, they want that sloppy toppy He tryna beat the pussy up, I call him Rocky Rocky He be grabbin' on that neck, he want that walkie-talkie I ain't even let him hit, I told him, "Tap, tap, tap, tap" Tap me, I ain't fuckin' no nigga in a Honda I ain't fuckin' if it ain't anaconda I ain't fuckin' him without a condom I ain't fuckin' no lame-ass bitch I ain't fuckin' no nigga for the Benz I ain't fuckin' no nigga that's a fed I ain't fuckin' for a nigga like, ha-ha-ha-ha (hold on) That old bitch don't look better than me That old bitch don't look better than me That old bitch don't look better than me That old bitch don't look better than me And his old bitch don't look better than me That old bitch don't look better than me That old bitch don't look better than me That old bitch don't look better than me She don't
Writer(s): Kirby Lauryen Dockery Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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