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Hey girl, lemme tell you a little story 'bout this thing called fucking Hey girl, lemme tell you a little story 'bout this thing called fucking Lay you on your back, got your legs in the air like a peace sign Lay you on your back, got your legs wide open like a peace sign We can make it nasty, I know you love to get nasty I be counting this money You can get freaky while I'm rolling my Cali Fornication in the FountainBlu 4 or 5 of them bitches couldn't amount to you I could spend it all than spend a night with you But I got too much of it, I'm just a flight away She a baller, we both shopping for the same brands Bail hard but they call up 'bout our first name I'ma change the bitch last name Don't wanna hear stories about your last lane We sippin' syrup in the fast lane [?] miles than your prom date I seen a brick in the 9th grade Swerve up on a bitch and I might say Hey girl, lemme tell you a little story 'bout this thing called fucking Hey girl, lemme tell you a little story 'bout this thing called fucking Lay you on your back, got your legs in the air like a peace sign Lay you on your back, got your legs wide open like a peace sign We can make it nasty, I know you love to get nasty I be counting this money You can get freaky while I'm rolling my Cali We turn into the [?] Slip and slide in the kitchen while you cooking up I eat your pussy, why your legs up Front to back, side to side, then I blow all in your butt She say my life is like a true crime One time for [?] that nigga still ridin' So I fuck her like I'm locked up For every young soldier that's boxed up Home boy snake straight fuck nigga Then it's time to cut him off, you can't fuck with him These bitches like a gift to me So I love the pussy that she gives to me Hey girl, lemme tell you a little story 'bout this thing called fucking Hey girl, lemme tell you a little story 'bout this thing called fucking Lay you on your back, got your legs in the air like a peace sign Lay you on your back, got your legs wide open like a peace sign We can make it nasty, I know you love to get nasty I be counting this money You can get freaky while I'm rolling my Cali
Writer(s): Rick Ross, Jermaine Denny, Dijon Isaiah Mcfarlane Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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