Lyrics:
and you treated me tart
So look up in the sky and get shot by a star
Just popped a bar, I'm feelin bizzare
I drip like Poseidon she wet in my car
Smokin
Pick up the hot-n-ready masterpieces (pizzas) of the Little Caesar with a Napoleon Complex
Yep Full Control Castro Flow to get you shaking like
throughout the night
Yeah I move it the top, then she drop it like it’s hot
Sip up a tequila shot, then let me hit your sweet spot, aye
Move, move, agapi mou
Totally psychic open your mind quick as the vibe kicks word to my sidekick
Sex boi let's hoi jislaaik yo yo yo yo yo check out this hype flow
I go by
think it's hot
I would still be bigger
Big dick spitter
Thick bitch hitter
Rap niggas think they lit
I'm litter
Drop big songs
Make 'em all big bitter
stop
I give two shits if you like it or not every time I think I fuck up a thot
My mindset keep that pussy wet say she gonna cum like ready or not
Oh my
stop
Thats when you knocked down dead
Anyhow moving on
These rap beats i bully on
Guess im too strong
Need wet wipes they drooling on me
Ya girl loving
bo'sIt's like mike here passin by give yal a show
Shawty been hot cookin crack on the stove
I gotca bitch and ya wife in control so
I ont pay no mind to none
[Chorus: Tarek]
I wonder why, we all gotta die/
Hot summer nights, with you by my side/
We’re so alive, underneath the sky/
She waved goodbye, I just
nuh dweet by luck
Touch Selfridges, yuh know me coil up
Carry gyallie inna di Rosewood fi go sign up
Dem ah tell me mi friend dem ah drip sinus
She
grew
And perhaps a kid or two
Like my man
And then my eyes get wet
I most forget till he gets hot
And tells me not to talk such rot
Oh, my man I
grew
And perhaps a kid or two
Like my man
And then my eyes get wet
I most forget till he gets hot
And tells me not to talk such rot
Oh, my man I
grew
And perhaps a kid or two
Like my man
And then my eyes get wet
I most forget till he gets hot
And tells me not to talk such rot
Oh, my man I
Anti let all my enemies die
Watch all my enemies die ya
I stash the bag by her clit yea
Mixing up the act while I sip yea
Collect my fucking cash
the way you lose
I got your bitch wet we not by the pool
They say the block hot you better keep it cool
They say streets dangerous you better keep a tool
Got you so wet i mit need jet ski
While you standing there looking all sexy
I can tell by now she's ready
She's Ready Rock She ready to roll
She ready
Like a bus, back it up
The day ain't over, but the night Getting young, can I whisper in Your ear, get you
Hot and moist
By the end of the night, I hear
Fresh in this bitch like a new one hot boy shit
Nigga fuck around and get blew up fareal
Play da cut get stalked down fuck a drive by ima walk down
Got my
the terms chicks are like cars,
Well I treat bitches like drinks,
When I step in the club and by out tha bar,
So let me quench my thirst wit you
and whites ride by and niggas yell, "Fuck them Jakes!"
So much respect, I can lay dough on the floor
Walk away and come back without cats runnin off
I'm
pool
Lyrics bang from thirty feet to blow y'all niggas off your bar stool
We back, to wet'cha, the flawless, the wallus
Regardless of your colors, Tha
Damn these hard times be more vicious
Makin me feel like the liquidation of the ghetto
[Chorus ]
It's hot around my way
Lookin for
hopin' we match
You sent me Crown Royale with a note attached
You said, "You look like the type that know what you like"
I could tell by the je-wels you
grew
And perhaps a kid or two
Like my man
And then my eyes get wet
I most forget till he gets hot
And tells me not to talk such rot
Oh, my man I
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