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Adeoye Oluwole
Adeoye Oluwole
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Fuck a bitch make her cum no stress Choke on my dick no reflex Ice on my neck, ice on my wrist Shit dripping down call it faucet (Ice ice) Running to the money no defense Take you shopping overseas on weekends Stop fucking with your man he a lame I ain't tryna keep ya I'm just tryna flex ya Then take take you to my room I aint gotta say the rest Undress yourself Bitch I ain't tryna stress Just give me head I ain't really tryna bang She said she got a man Well I got a girl So bitch what's up I just want you for the night So pop that pussy for a real nigga right She sucked on my dick I melted in her mouth She swallowed my kids I almost had seizure He claim he a gangsta He claim he a blood Stop all that Instagram talkin' my nigga Run up the bag Doubled up my hustle Gained a little muscle Gotta get to the money Ain't no stopping me Bitch I know heard that Tell your man he a lame Yeah I really said that Fuck a bitch make her cum no stress Choke on my dick no reflex Ice on my neck, ice on my wrist Shit dripping down call it faucet (Ice ice) Running to the money no defense Take you shopping overseas on weekends Stop fucking with your man he a lame I ain't tryna keep ya I'm just tryna flex ya Then take take you to my room I aint gotta say the rest Undress yourself Bitch I ain't tryna stress Just give me head I ain't really tryna bang She said she got a man Well I got a girl So bitch what's up I just want you for the night So pop that pussy for a real nigga right Shawty a nat nat She got fat cat She 'bout the big bag She pop it She throws it We vibing in the foreign Exotic we smokin' Ain't leaving till the morning Im bossy She loves it She ask me where we going She knows this money I throw it; its snowing She get wetter than ocean Fuck a bitch make her cum no stress Choke on my dick no reflex Ice on my neck, ice on my wrist Shit dripping down call it faucet (Ice ice) Running to the money no defense Take you shopping overseas on weekends Stop fucking with your man he a lame I ain't tryna keep ya I'm just tryna flex ya Then take take you to my room I aint gotta say the rest Undress yourself Bitch I ain't tryna stress Just give me head I ain't really tryna bang She said she got a man Well I got a girl So bitch what's up I just want you for the night So pop that pussy for a real nigga right
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