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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Solo Moore
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Solo Moore
Songwriter
Letras
That's all I'm saying
Damn shorty crazy
Naw she wild for real bro
Shit
I know that you like me
Do you wanna be wifey
You can hit me up later
What's your number shorty
You got your nails done
And your hair done
And you freshly shaved
You was ready huh
We can kick it like Messi
It's about to get messy
Yeah you sweet like Nestle
Go ahead and undress me
Got my beard in your pussy
I eat it like it's a cookie
Then I flip you over and put my tongue in your booty
Yeah it's rated R if you can tell so far
And if I had to rate her then it's five stars
Got your legs in the air with my arms around ya
I'm about to pound ya I'm about to uh
Now she grabbing my balls and put em up in her jaws
While she stroking it like a pool stick
Get the cool whip
Yeah I'm fucked up and you too lit
You the truth bitch
Next we sixty nine in
Then we bump and grinding
Now your legs shaking this is perfect timing
I give you a inch then you ask for more
So I give you nine now you moving slow
This the golden hour for the golden shower
Now the world is ours and it's getting louder
When it rains it pours
Now it's raining some more
Now it's raining some more
Now it's raining some more
I'm about to cum
I'm about uh
I'm about to eh
I'm about to ahh
After that I had a dream about
I was in and out you
Then your baby daddy kicked the door down
Then I woke up on the floor now
I was laughing loud
I ain't telling a lie man
That pussy the truth
And it taste so good like your favorite juice
So is you fucking with me
Or is you fucking with it
Just let me know
So I can handle business
Two weeks later
Mean face emoji
Broken heart emoji
Green snake emoji
Then I text her back
The crying face emoji
The red heart emoji
The looking up emoji
Why the fuck you ain't answer
You ain't got the answers
But got all the questions
Now we under pressure
But I never fold
You too quick to lecture
So I gotta go
You weighing out the measures
You too quick to assume
Now you ready to move
You said you leaving in April
But it's about to be June
You need to take you a trip
Instead of always tripping
Always wanna fight
Pacers verse the Pistons
I said it once
And I'm a say it again
You can be my woman
Or you can be my friend
Writer(s): Solo Moore
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