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Trapcry
Trapcry
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
G. Thompson
G. Thompson
Songwriter

Letra

I be Richie Richie Richin' On my Britney Gimme More Can I choke your neck with diamonds While you pop it like a cork? Are you freaky freaky freaky Only when the windows tinted? From the bottom to the top Can you push it to the limit? Are you nasty nasty nasty? Janet jack me Stormy Daniels Got him drooling in his sleep While he's dreaming bout your angles An Inspector for your gadgets I'm a drug and you an addict If you like this body body You can take it, you can have it Need that work I'm grinding for you Pop that Glock I'm dying for you Say I don't give a fuck I'm lying to you Boy (Boy) I'm riding for you When I'm waking up My mind is on you (You) Bring home guap I'm smiling for you (You) Say come fuck I'm driving to you Boy (Boy) I'm riding for you I ride, I ride, I ride, I ride Alright (Boy) I ride, I ride, I ride, I ride Alright (Alright) I ride, I ride, I ride, I ride Alright (Boy) I ride, I ride, I ride, I ride Alright Pocahontas When you strokin' just around my river I could be your tootsie pop You could suck and drink the center If you wanna hear me melt Better be a good listener I could be your meal plan You could have this ass for dinner Strike it rich like Kris Jenner I could part the clouds in heaven If you like it, like it, like it You can scrape the pot for seconds I could be yours until 7 a.m When we finished Then he turn my music up Cause my vocal is his fetish Need that work I'm grinding for you Pop that Glock I'm dying for you Say I don't give a fuck I'm lying to you Boy (Boy) I'm riding for you When I'm waking up My mind is on you (You) Bring home guap I'm smiling for you (You) Say come fuck I'm driving to you Boy (Boy) I'm riding for you I ride, I ride, I ride, I ride Alright (Boy) I ride, I ride, I ride, I ride Alright (Alright) I ride, I ride, I ride, I ride Alright (Boy) I ride, I ride, I ride, I ride Alright Need that work I'm grinding for you Pop that Glock I'm dying for you Say I don't give a fuck I'm lying to you Boy (Boy) I'm riding for you When I'm waking up My mind is on you (You) Bring home guap I'm smiling for you (You) Say come fuck I'm driving to you Boy (Boy) I'm riding for you
Writer(s): Ian Thompson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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