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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tay Money
Tay Money
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Taylor Watson
Taylor Watson
Composer
Tamia Carter
Tamia Carter
Composer
Lukasz Gottwald
Lukasz Gottwald
Composer
Gamal Lewis
Gamal Lewis
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dr. Luke
Dr. Luke
Producer

Lyrics

This pussy should come with an asthma pump He in-and-out, in-and-out breathin' (whew) I got him coughin' and wheezin', yeah, yeah, ayy This pussy should come with an asthma pump He in-and-out, in-and-out breathin' (whew) I got him coughin' and wheezin', yeah, yeah He losin' air, he losin' air He losin' air, he know it's too good (ah) He losin' air, he losin' air He losin' air, he know it's too good (ah) He losin' air, he losin' air He losin' air, he know it's too good He losin' air, he losin' air He losin' air, he know it's too good (um) That shit like baow, ayy (baow) Open it up, he like, "Wow" (wow) Tay Money tricks, I'll show them around (ooh) You could eat this by the pound He like how it feel, he love how it sound Bitch, I'm a queen, I'm sipping on Crown (yeah) Tay Money, I'm bussin' like buckets (money) If he start tripping, you know I'm like, "Fuck it" (duh) Ayy, what is your budget? (Budget) "Trappers Delight," I was here when you wasn't You know I ain't budgin' (do it again) Yo' bitch steady buggin' (uh) H-H-He ain't fucking me? (Then, well shit) Then he ain't fucking nothin' (nah, for real) Bitch, end of discussion He can't talk right now, he drinkin' my slushie Ayy, he say he love it (aww, what's wrong, why can't you breathe?) This pussy should come with an asthma pump He in-and-out, in-and-out breathin' (whew) I got him coughin' and wheezin', yeah, yeah, ayy This pussy should come with an asthma pump He in-and-out, in-and-out breathin' (whew) I got him coughin' and wheezin', yeah, yeah He losin' air, he losin' air He losin' air, he know it's too good (ah) He losin' air, he losin' air He losin' air, he know it's too good (ah) He losin' air, he losin' air He losin' air, he know it's too good He losin' air, he losin' air He losin' air, he know it's too good (um) Cum in his mouth, I'm like, "Fuck it" (what?) Ride his face just to have a discussion (haha) He can't breathe, I got him huffin' and puffin' (um) He losin' air, he know this pussy way too good (uh) Yeah, I like my niggas rich and hood I look like a model I got a fat ass, when I walk, that shit wobble (hey) Chanel on my bag, give a fuck 'bout a follow (haha) Yeah, I don't think he breathin' (no) Put the tip in, I love when he teasin' (ooh) Say it feel like cushion when he squeeze it (yeah) Make him go crazy, I know he gon' please it (Like um), walk up the stairs, he pull my hair He don't got a limit, he come from the hood He losing air, he losing air I don't give a fuck 'cause my shit is too good (yeah, Flo Milli shit) This pussy should come with an asthma pump He in-and-out, in-and-out breathin' I got him coughin' and wheezin', yeah, yeah, ayy This pussy should come with an asthma pump He in-and-out, in-and-out breathin' (whew) I got him coughin' and wheezin', yeah, yeah He losin' air, he losin' air He losin' air, he know it's too good (ah) He losin' air, he losin' air He losin' air, he know it's too good (ah) He losin' air, he losin' air He losin' air, he know it's too good He losin' air, he losin' air He losin' air, he know it's too good (um)
Writer(s): Inconnu Compositeur Auteur, Lukasz Gottwald, Gamal Kosh Lewis Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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