Texty

It's raining baby Forget that, forget but Forget everything that seems real, just trust Pregnancy test down my throat That's where I carry your child (ugh) You could grab it from the back (ugh) Like we in that ice cream aisle (mmm) Make this pussy call your name (yeah) Try to use your fingers to dial (ugh) Strokes better stretch out my hole Like we making mosh pits in the crowd (ugh) I'm 'bout to ride, ride it like NASCAR Enjoy the ride then rate the pussy five stars Dummy boy but with the head he act smart Only fuckin' white men for black cards (yeah) Never have I ever came across a nigga That I might fuck around and can't please (no) My head game so damn cold that the head of his dick Really caught a brain freeze Whore, gasm (ugh) Whore, gasm (yes) Whore, gasm (mmm) Whore, gasm Don't be shy babe You ain't gon' die baby (uh-uh) I'm a Nicki fan, that's why the pussy look like Pink Friday (uh-huh) Do some shit that you can't believe (mhm) This pussy bald like Jermaine Dupri Up in bed ain't no tamin' me No pain pill but once I fuck I leave Supper, Thanksgiving dick come stuff her (ugh) Rubber, niggas be burnin' no Usher You gotta hit on it like you the rushes (ow) Pussy deeper than poetic justice (yeah) Afterwards I better need crutches I drink the cum out that condom no flush it Whore, gasm (ah) Whore, gasm (fuck) Whore (yes), gasm (ugh) Whore (yeah), gasm Oh shit Damn that dick I'm 'bout to faint This nigga dick print standin' out like the Forehead on Tyra Banks (don't you love this dick bitch?) Ain't stoppin' til you scream my name Afterwards I'm 'bout to clean this pussy harder than Naomi on a plane Daddy come here let me finish you (come here) Twat squeeze the cum out like lemon juice (yeah) Better come through with your swimming suit (ooh) Switchin' hoes like lacing tennis shoes (ugh) Cum in me, please cum in me Your kids in me from other nights said they really need company (ugh) Punish me (shut yo' ass up), please punish me (spank me daddy) Never buy me flowers every night, plant your seed in me abundantly Money me, please money me I'm filin' taxes on the kids I swallow, now the courts tryna summon me Whore, gasm Whore, gasm Whore, gasm Whore, gasm
Writer(s): Elizabeth Harris, Domagoj Knezovic Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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