Lyrics

Ah yeah She gone fuck with a street nigga, nigga I won't stop they lyin' hey Bitch how I'm gonna fuck get this, huh (Shotta on the beat) I wanna know your name Give a fuck about your boyfriend Get me be your toyfriend Only for one day Tonight imma show you what I call a first date Come on in close the door turn the music on I feel your hands on my face And you aint gotta say what's been said Just open your legs And imma go direct And everytime you put your tongue on me I feel like I'mma need a chance to breathe (foreal) I feel it running coming down your knees feel Me got it sticky got it hard for you to get me out And I aint tripping cuz I wanna see (I wanna see) if you a freaky can you handle it deep Climb on top and ride me like a G Feel like we thugging when we fucking but its nothing no discussion I can make you cloudy Thats when you feel that water Running down your body We gone need a bottle Get on top and ride me Ready here we go You must want a carpet burn because we keep fucking on the floor Show me what it's made of Real street nigga girl aint none of this made up Your sex is contagious Head game crazy I know you got a nigga and I got a ole lady So show me what its made of Show me what its made of You can keep your feelings bitch I aint tryna save ya I might replace ya I dont want no relation I know my dick good girl lets keep it gangsta You can tell yo nigga what he wants to know Long as you keep it gangsta got you open like a corner store I want you to ride me like you 'posed to Ride me bitch gone ride it like you never rode nobody When we riding we ain't playing games I had lil momma saying she from Forest Lane She gone ride it like she 'posed to Ride me gone and ride me like you Never rode nobody Imma G. A. N. G. S. T. A- three G. A. N. G. S. T. A Oh, show me what it's made of Real street nigga girl ain't none of this made up Your sex is contagious head game crazy I know you gotta nigga and I got a ole lady So show me what it's made of Show me what it's made of You can keep yo feelings bitch I ain't tryna save ya I might replace ya I dont want no relations I know my dick good girl but let's keep it gangsta, hey
Writer(s): Melvin A Noble Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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