Sky Bri
Tlap
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Tats on my left arm, but it ain't my shooter sleeve Right wrist, Sky Bri if you ain't true to me Sleep since twenty eighteen it ain't new to me Pull-up on her late night, got to pay the booty fee In the back with a nine, three fourths what a ruler be I got fire kicks, but I walk with some cooler feet Brodie sliding with a switch like granny pulled it off a tree I play with bands on the back of a boat Stack em' all up, give a f*ck if they blow Windy as f*ck so I stop at the sto' Finnesse me a coat and I'm back out the do' She ride like a champ, but her throat is the goat She down on her knees so I must be the pope She sucking the dick like a baby with toes Say you got bread, but I turn you to toast Got my dog in the back so you know I ain't doly I don't check my rollie cause I know I got time Mac sauce in the bag if you lack double stack so slap Boy you really ought to try No cash in the stash right now I'm just buying my time Got my get back from the back, really my slime She don't get sad, she get dirty and mad so I call her my grime That's just my type That's just my kind Pussy devine, go deeper than mines The way I get money it must be a crime You would be right Please just be quiet I know the rules but I will not abide She came just to talk but she went for a ride I want the smoke but I'm already fried Doing it right I got yo bitch from the back and she throwing it back Like she tryna make that shit drop I get the money so fast that you coming in last Like it must be your favorite spot They call me Eugene I got that sauce that turn your friends to opps I'm gone get between and make her scream, I don't care if you there or not I ain't give a f*ck how you feel back then so you best not place no bet on it now I been going hard for so long that I can't even remember what it's like to be bad or down She my lil dancer, every time she come thru I make her take a bow I make this shit look so easy you think you'd go round for round I play with bands on the back of a boat Stack em' all up, give a f*ck if they blow Windy as f*ck so I stop at the sto' Finnesse me a coat and I'm back out the do' She ride like a champ, but her throat is the goat She down on her knees so I must be the pope She sucking the dick like a baby with toes Say you got bread, but I turn you to toast You be on the gram more than real life I be in the crib with yo bitch making movies like American pie She never get tired, I don't know why, but I Looked into her eyes, she told me you ain't that guy I really don't think about her, unless she standing right here I got five I play with bands on the back of a boat Stack em' all up, give a f*ck if they blow Windy as f*ck so I stop at the sto' Finnesse me a coat and I'm back out the do' She ride like a champ, but her throat is the goat She down on her knees so I must be the pope She sucking the dick like a baby with toes Say you got bread, but I turn you to toast
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