Songteksten

Little mama get up on me Let me see you drop it Rotate on this dick And grip these nuts just like a fucking socket Pocket locket, If you talking Then I'm gon' get to hopping Twist it, pull her hair I hit it hard just like we're playing bop it Lost in a maze, blind from the haze Bitch I shoot clean, he dead Billy Mays Fuck what you say, head out the rave Hot like summer, this heat shoot rays Fuck you, they don't even know your friends Cause they disgusting She like it dirty, she like it rough just like it's rugby Your boy a rookie, he look like a bitch and he tubby Deep inside that bitch until she screaming that she cumming Hold up bitch wait, shake it, like a shake weight Bend that thing over, let me slide up in your home base Old girl, hell no Baby, arch your backbone She give tail fast, like a motherfucking tadpole Shut the fuck up, pick your boy up, aye Shut the fuck up, pick your boy up, aye Shut the fuck up, pick your boy up, aye He a lame bitch You a dumb cunt aye Shut the fuck up, pick your boy up, aye Shut the fuck up, pick your boy up, aye Shut the fuck up, pick your boy up, aye He a lame bitch You a dumb cunt aye Shut the fuck up, pick your boy up, aye Shut the fuck up, pick your boy up, aye Shut the fuck up, pick your boy up, aye He a lame bitch You a dumb cunt aye Shut the fuck up, pick your boy up, aye Shut the fuck up, pick your boy up, aye Shut the fuck up, pick your boy up, aye He a lame bitch You a dumb cunt aye
Writer(s): Cameron Harrell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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