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Jucee Froot
Jucee Froot
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Saucy Santana
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Ink
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Caleb Buchanan
Caleb Buchanan
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Blue Rondo
Blue Rondo
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Atia Boggs
Atia Boggs
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Khia
Khia
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William "Smokey" Robinson
William "Smokey" Robinson
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Alex Christian Jean Petit
Alex Christian Jean Petit
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Atia Boggs
Atia Boggs
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Edward Meriwether
Edward Meriwether
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Jason Mills
Jason Mills
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Khia Chambers
Khia Chambers
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Michael Williams
Michael Williams
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Rashad Spain
Rashad Spain
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Rose Ella Jones
Rose Ella Jones
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Terrica Alexander
Terrica Alexander
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William Robinson
William Robinson
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Calvin Valentine
Calvin Valentine
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Eden Eliah Nagar
Eden Eliah Nagar
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Nic Wheeler
Nic Wheeler
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Calin Enache
Calin Enache
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CashMoneyAp
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Wil Anspach
Wil Anspach
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Слова

Break of dawn, break of dawn Baby, you can be my rider bitch All you ladies pop yo' pussy like this Shake your body, don't stop, don't miss (Break of dawn, break of dawn) All you ladies pop yo' pussy like this Shake your body, don't stop, don't miss (Break of dawn) Uh-huh, yeah You know me, I don't need no introduction in this I know niggas up north that be pumping the bricks (Break of dawn) I know niggas down south that be dumping the clips I know niggas on the east that's never loving a bitch (Break of dawn) And she ain't loving them niggas, make five, six figures Back it up, don't stop, like I can hold that liquor (Break of dawn) Back it up, don't stop, like I can hold that too Two million dollar home, we can go back to (Break of dawn, break of dawn) Couple thousand on the watch, that's a throwback, boo Hundred fifty on the whip, like, "Oh, that's cute" She said she like the stick hard, I gave the ho bamboo (Break of dawn, break of dawn) She said she like the good beef, I gave the ho wagyu (Ooh) She gon' get freaky if the bread right And if the head right, I'll be there every night And if the pussy good, I'll be there everyday Face down, ass up, roll play, anime And that pussy so swole (All you ladies pop yo' pussy like this) Shake that ass to the floor (Shake your body, don't stop, don't miss, Break of dawn, break of dawn) Baby, I'm a little hit (All you ladies pop yo' pussy like this) 'Cause I love a nigga that's rich Pop it like this, if you a bad ass bitch (All you ladies pop yo' pussy like this) I be the best you ever had (Shake your body, don't stop, don't miss, Break of dawn, break of dawn) Make a nigga want it bad (Santana) Bad bitch, white toes, that's the energy (Ow) Started getting money, bitches turned enemy (Tuh) Being broke ain't a win to me (Bye) Can't fuck no nigga with no broke dick energy Now he pushing my buttons, he thinking 'bout sex But all my time gon' cost you a check This highway curves gon' 'cause you a wreck These are size forty-twos, on top of yo' neck I just want the face first, eat it 'til your face hurt Pussy for dessert, ass clapping like a church Running up a check, so my feelings don't work (Feelings don't work) Applying major pressure and you gon' need a Perc' (Perc') I'II get freaky if the bread right (Ow) And if the head right, I'll be there every night If the dick good, I'll be there every day Face down, ass up, roll play, anime And that pussy so swole (All you ladies pop yo' pussy like this) Shake that ass to the floor (Shake your body, don't stop, don't miss, Break of dawn, break of dawn) Baby, I'm a little hit (All you ladies pop yo' pussy like this) 'Cause I love a nigga that's rich Pop it like this, if you a bad ass bitch (All you ladies pop yo' pussy like this) I be the best you ever had (Shake your body, don't stop, don't miss, Break of dawn, break of dawn) Make a nigga want it bad I'm a boss ass bitch, might walk ya bitch I ain't dropping off shit, Icebox my wrist I'ma put it on his face, make him talk to it I'ma spray him like some mace, nigga, better not squint Raw bitch, but, nah, I can't be your baby momma I'ma ride it like a llama if your dick have some commas Told him, "Play with the P like he play with the numbers" Submarine in my stream, ooh, the way he go under Girl, don't be scared, gon' pop yo' cat Fuck all that, gon' pop ur cat If he got them ends, girls, bend yo' back Gotta babysit his kids if he on a private jet Too good, I'm no good, toxic For the streets, I'm in yo' hood, drop it I cream, he got cheese, cottage And when I leave, won't hear from me, he on the blocklist Bend yo' back Bend yo' back
Writer(s): Khia Shamone Chambers, William Robinson, Edward Meriwether, Jason Mills, Alex Christian Jean Petit, Michael Williams, Atia Boggs, Terrica Shanice Alexander, Rashad Jamily Spain, Rose Ella Jones Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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