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Ian Neville
Ian Neville
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I got this bitch sex toy shopping while her ex boy's calling Telling her she loves him as she's trying to hold her sex noises back while the bed-Frame knocking I don't give a shit about relationships stop it All I care about is blowing out your lower back putting fingers in your mouth trying to rip Your face off while playing Trey Songz Watch your love faces while the song goes off Sex so hot that her name in my phone saved under napalm Hands behind her back; fuck her doggy till my knees start shaking till I collapse like my Name is Nate Dogg And that's the reason why that she's falling deep in love She told me out of every single guy Ian you're my favorite one I love the way you make me cum, I love the way you taste and such And god your sex is so euphoric got me feeling so addicted; swear that dick Angel dust Ahhhh I could take your bitch and play keep away I remember nights I would dream of days Women would be blowing up my phone, now my phone keeps ringing every single day I remember nights I would cry sometimes Women; everybody would just feed me lies Now my phones ringing off the hook people asking for a feature man what's your price I'm a freak, man I promise I'm a different breed I got this woman's hands cuff to her feet, hogtied in front of mirrors Made her cum so hard that I swear I saw a tear Got that pussy revving like a V-12 engine and I ain't here to stall a gear Told her I can work her body anyway she wants, babe I'm here to commandeer But she wasn't prepared To see what I can do when I'm eating jungle juice when I'm drunk off ever clear I put it so deep now she's twitching on my mattress Breathing so drastic, She told me fucking me is like she's fucking Houdini, cause the Sex is so magic Abracadabra I watch her stress disappear when I'm bending her backwards She told me that she got herself a man and she'll leave him for me but what she doesn't know is I'm kicking her out fucking seconds right after I could take your bitch and play keep away I remember nights I would dream of days Women would be blowing up my phone, now my phone keeps ringing every single day I remember nights I would cry sometimes Women; everybody would just feed me lies Now my phones ringing off the hook people asking for a feature mans what's your price
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