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I got blue faces on my mind
Got real trappers sendin' money on chime
She get real freaky when she snort up a line
I told her squeeze that pussy like a fresh lime
When I tell her move that sack, she better move that sack
When I tell her throw it back, she better throw it back
When I tell her roll the gas, she only rollin' rap
When I tell her bust that ass, she better make it clap
I need me a diva, I need me an eater She do what I say cause I know how to treat her
She play with the racks, I call her Serena
If you need work, just call her ringer
Damn these **** for show, Jerry Springer
I be she daddy, she be my Trina
I'm turnt like Martin and she fine like Gina
I'm fuckin' with her cause she bout a bag
Play trap files, she bouncin her ass
She focus on her future and worried about to past
She ride on her dick just like a moped
She give me that cat, we fuckin' the jack
She a trap queen, yeah, she always bring it back
Micheal Straham when it come to the sack
Sauce steady drippin' like what's a Big Mac
Bitch, I'm the plug, man, you know I'm servin' packs
She do what I say cause I'm a fuckin' Mac
Her opps got goose bumps, Jack Black
I got blue faces on my mind
Got real trappers sendin' money on chime
She get real freaky when she snort up a line
I told her squeeze that pussy like a fresh lime
When I tell her move that sack, she better move that sack
When I tell her throw it back, she better throw it back
When I tell her roll the gas, she only rollin' rap
When I tell her bust that ass, she better make it clap
Where is she? I call up DD, her pussy Fiji, She work like Riri
I plumb her Luigi, She numb and she screamin', go, Going dumb she fiendin
Tongue on seiman, Lung ain't breathing
Suck on my demon, make she believe it, bags she achieve it
She know that I need it, on God, she feed me
I'm dope, she grinding, I hope she dreamin, no Ike no Tina
She a trap queen, so I know she throw it back
Julius Peppers when it come to the sack
Submarine radar, we under that
Once you fuck with me, ain't no fuckin' comin' back
I got blue faces on my mind
Got real trappers sendin' money on chime
She get real freaky when she snort up a line
I told her squeeze that pussy like a fresh lime
When I tell her move that sack, she better move that sack
When I tell her throw it back, she better throw it back
When I tell her roll the gas, she only rollin' rap
When I tell her bust that ass, she better make it clap
Written by: Bobby Jennings, D'Antonio Johnson
