Lyrics:
the sun sun make ya cum cum Don't run run
Girl put that thang on me, yeah
I see that thong bae
Matching lingerie
A little role-play, a little foreplay With
live in a mirage
The only way by (way by)
Is for us to die so I cry
Tear in the eye
I need that heavy comforting
So I know that I will get by
Love
reverse, relapsed,
No curse, just claps, and pabst and stops and starts
And sex in cars and strip malls out the corner of my eyeballs
First time charm
Don't
scientists and philosophers for centuries, and although there isn't a definitive answer, there are a few theories as to why this phenomenon exists.
First
been sleeping around
To stroke the right nerve
Whose needs do I serve
As Catherine's wheel turns
She was always the first to say gone
She's got
Lord, the streets ain't safe no more, I heard
From a little bird that always strolled those curbs
In the darkest alley where first come, first serve
thing
morning - fine - serve your first coffee of the day
real privilege, it will take your problems all away
number one - the best - no excuse from me
I
inner-city drive-by thing
Morning, fine, serve your first coffee of the day
Real privilege, it will take your problems all away
Number one, the best, no
On you like I'm serving cake
You get a blue shell if you're first in place
Pissed on, it'll be worse than Drake's
If you don't believe me, let me serve my
I'll serve you all my days
You make my life complete(Yeah, yeah)
Lord, you're all I need
You are all I need
I never thought I'd
Find someone like
on my birthday
Three days late
Drove his old Ford around
Fightin' with that stick
Passed by that fishing hole
Where he gave me my first drink
He was gone
that the pussy is mine
And I can tell you 'bout to cum by the look in your eyes
Know you feel it your stomach when I put it inside
Pushin' the right
or dead, always ahead, fed by your dread
Always ahead, as the blitzkrieg rages on
Breaking morale with the the sound of blazing guns
First in the line
or dead, always ahead, fed by your dread
Always ahead, as the blitzkrieg rages on
Breaking morale with the the sound of blazing guns
First in the line
calls if it aint about a new venture Uh
Made yo' bitch cum without sex first
Uh
She annoyin' keep beggin' me to text her
Uh
I don't even really wanna text
energy
If we fuck then we gone make enemies
Somehow that made it more intimate
She'd grab my face and say cum in me
But I really like that she dominant
You
we in your chin
We embursted with a curse and be worse
First and kick first now vice-versa
Two feet first they kick first and worse
Reimburse
that'll hurt ya
Serve and murda all busters now,
Hard times gotta grind get mine,
Even if it means pap that's ya life,
And a nigga gotta die by
Money on the table, I'm in my stash house
Come on cash out, birds in a drought
Whole lot of soft, in my stash house
If it don't jump the first time,
married
So I let em know I can make
You cum I can't make you mine
My wife come first so she gotta cum first
You the runner up you wanna fuck
You gotta wait
And when we fuck, make you cum first
Before Anything Else
Always put you before anything else
Before Anything Else
Always put you before anything else
GUN FULL OF CUM, sprung and straight trippin
Bareback and raw dick style, straight slippin
She hit me on the phone like boo, I love you
But one day I
because I
Like the windows and looking
Outside and stuff
And I think why the album has
Such a bright tone to it
Yo
You got cum in your ear laughs
This a patriot's party
And we putting America first, yeah
This a patriot's party, ayy
This a patriot's party, ayy
Real Maga gang invited, this
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