Lyrics

Might even let her Fuck it up Might even let her Fuck it up up up Might even let her Fuck it up I can't tell the bros Hell nah no way I got a few bitches could Minaj all day Can't begin to discuss how we dub foreplay When we link it's just us, they won't share more space When we link it's just that I got a bag they know I'm up that's why they mad Aura to clean, don't mean to brag I gotta dream reality & make a bag It's king Q, I'm sorry it's King Aura I threw me in the game shootin guard ima pure scorer If ya hopping in my octagon stop it I can't warn ya See I think I see the truth coming on You know me for you is wrong you're just holding on But somehow for me you think you're writing your wrongs for life I blow a bag you get to feeling your own oh my Don't get a custom shit I do for the fun I don't mean to flex it's really just my aura Panties so wet feel just like the ocean Slid through home base I pulled up with the closure Now I'm blowing bank and I don't even know you Might even let her run right through this check Might even let her run right through this check Might even let her run right through this check Might even let her run right through this check You see the way I flex dawg I flex on my ex Don't need a new bitch to show my next is the flex Don't need a new lex to show my L was my ex I just need a new bag to show my best was my best I know my auras what you see I know this where you wanna be I make drops I drop & make hope Contribute to the debt to society they can't cope Pick your words I pick my poison lil shawty I'm smokin dope The bag the only reason you feel it's personally close Hey, Hey I always get paid At the end of the day, we straight my aura to great I don't mean to flex it's really just my aura Panties so wet feel just like the ocean Slid through home base I pulled up with the closure Now I'm blowing bank and I don't even know you Might even let her run right through this check Might even let her run right through this check Might even let her run right through this check Might even let her run right through this check It's ether baby, that's crack talk ya shit young king
Writer(s): Shane Robinson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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