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I said, certified freak Seven days a week Wet ass bussy Make that pull-out game weak, woo Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, you fucking with some wet ass bussy Bring a bucket and a mop for this wet ass bussy Give me everything you got for this wet ass bussy Beat it up, nigga, catch a charge Extra large and extra hard Put this bussy right in your face Swipe your nose like a credit card Hop on top, I wanna ride I do a kegel while it's inside Spit in my mouth, look in my eyes This bussy is wet, come take a dive Tie me up like I'm surprised Let's role play, I wear a disguise I want you to park that big Mack truck Right in this little garage Make it cream, make me scream Out in public, make a scene I don't cook, I don't clean But let me tell you how I got this ring (Ayy, ayy) Gobble me, swallow me, drip down inside of me Quick jump out 'fore you let it get inside of me I tell him where to put it, never tell him where I'm 'bout to be I run down on him 'fore I have a nigga running me Talk your shit, bite your lip Ask for a car while you ride that dick (while you ride that dick) You really ain't never gotta fuck him for a thang He already made his mind up 'fore he came Now get your boots and your coat For this wet ass bussy He bought a phone just for pictures Of this wet ass bussy Pay my tuition just to kiss me On this wet ass bussy Now make it rain if you wanna See some wet ass bussy Look, I need a hard hitter, I need a deep stroker I need a Henny drinker, I need a weed smoker Not a garden snake, I need a king cobra With a hook in it, hope it lean over He got some money, then that's where I'm headed Bussy A1, just like his credit He got a beard, well, I'm tryna wet it I let him taste it, now he diabetic I don't wanna spit, I wanna gulp I wanna gag, I wanna choke I want you to touch that little dangly dang That swang in the back of my throat My head game is fire, punani Dasani It's going in dry and it's coming out soggy I ride on that thang like the cops is behind me I spit on his mic and now he tryna sign me, woo Your honor, I'm a freak bitch, handcuffs, leashes Switch my wig, make him feel like he cheating Put him on his knees, give him something to believe in Never lost a fight, but I'm looking for a beating In the food chain, I'm the one that eat ya If he ate my ass, he's a bottom feeder Big D stand for big demeanor I could make you bust before I ever meet ya If it don't hang, then he can't bang You can't hurt my feelings, but I like pain If he fuck me and ask, "Whose is it?" When I ride the dick, I'ma spell my name Ah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, you fucking with some wet ass bussy Bring a bucket and a mop for this wet ass bussy Give me everything you got for this wet ass bussy Now from the top, make it drop That's some wet ass bussy Now get a bucket and a mop That's some wet ass bussy I'm talking WAB, WAB, WAB That's some wet ass bussy Macaroni in a pot That's some wet ass bussy, uh
Writer(s): Belcalis Marlenis Almánzar, Damion Dewayne Watson, Megan Jovon Ruth Pete Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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