Poke Her Face
Um, She said can fuck me right, I made her fuck her friend She say don’t call her a dike, well thats gay Haha, I met her on Monday and fucked her all week Cause every time she leave she come back to the tree She know I love brain so I treat her like a geek She love the way I spit so I made the pussy gleek Wylin' wit my niggas, and I don’t give a fuck So I circle the bitches, we roundin' them up I treat her like I need her, Im knowin' if I eat her She gon' tell Quieta, and Quieta like the media Woopty woo to the bloods, her lipstick match my flag thats swag Weezy F Baby got nuts that drag I put em' in your mouth till you choke and gag I poke her face off and now she faceless I poke her so much I deserve a bracelet Young Money! I poke her face off and now she faceless And I just gave “Poker Face” a facelift Chi Town girl, bag match her heels Her ass hella fake, but it feel real And it felt great when we had sex I tore her out the frame, with pics of my ex From my aspect, I love your assets I love your mini skirt, that's easy access Pipe game, never mediocre So that relationship is over, once I poke her She said she wanted a tour of the tour bus So I gave her a tour of the tour bus It was all us, on the tour bus And she did all us, on the tour bus Like Hahaha
Written by: Dwayne Carter, Jarvis Mills
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