Lyrics:
Big booty backpack that’s what I like
(I’m coming saucy)
if she can ride da D
then she can’t ride the bike.
If she ride the bike she riding D
again
There's too much history, and no clean sheets
When I get to hear his story, it puts my feet to sleep
It's all romantic nothing about a heart in
wall big enough for me to crash my head
You're too romantic and so foolish she equipped
Every love story will have it's own script
Something strange
All around this wide country the winter has now begun
Now is the time to slip away from the hot blazing sun
To a place where a man as free
I can handle
Carry that pot by the handle (it's hot)
I play the field like I'm Randall
Got on a yacht in my sandals
I can't relate to your
she gonna let you dipstick
Hot girl
Fenty
So materialistic
You know she ain’t joking by the color of her lipstick (Lipstick)
Damn girl
Damn girl
You
a baller if she gonna let you dipstick
Hot girl Fenty so materialistic
You know she ain't joking by the color of her lipstick (Lipstick)
Damn girl damn
And I know what she on
Know what she want
I roll the weed
You pour the shots
I play them Jams
We make it hot
I'm in the game I get Guap
They do the same I
I forgot to say hi
She passed by then she stopped for a sec now
Got me so lost like a card from a deck
That so fine did you feel the vibe yet
Got me
her,
We know she look real amazing
I stay walking right next to her,
Cause her trail, she steady blazing
Applying pressure always,
Cause she hot, yeah
never needed help
Damn I feel so hopeless
Sip the Henny hot I be folded
Damn I feel so broken
(Na na na na na na na)
Got my lil Shawty she gon stay down
from a random garage sale . Firmly gripping my Aaron’s rod with fine-tuned feeling she freely guides it into her hot sauce-saturated wishing well,
the program
Party on me, jumping on my Harley
Shawty playing nice till she act naughty
Captivated by the view, pause and replay
Everytime we meet the melody
Imma make it big of course I'm gone get rich
And bro gone make a nigga dance just by the way he move that stick
My momma keep on screaming school I told
Miami with no money
(and no other famous rock groups due into the
Area for at least three weeks)
She tries to pick up a few bucks by
Entering the Wet
yeah she sing for a quarter
Stew hot flow, yeah I come with a warner
All I know, is with the dope I'm a hoarder
And I show no case of the horror
I once
nasty
She callin’ me daddy, spooky
Goin’ boo her badly
She like my streaks, I’m an empty shell
She too romantic
Should have been madly, madly
Madly in
These niccas make believe
Kitchen Murder came to fill the vacancy
Still keep the stove hot let's open bakery
Kitchen Murder Gang come and bank with
to do a five shots, it was only fun
Homicide came by, I was on a run
And when shit got hot, we let off a drum
I did everything under the sun
I walk
birthday dress)
I'll strip you down to your birthday dress (birthday dress, birthday dress)
Baby wears a red dress like its Christmas
When she's hot for me,
of the system
(Peek a boo)
Now she's play a game by her own rules
(Peek a boo)
The peak a boo game
[Verse 1]
Deceptive, her game is in the thick lane
Pick up
by letting her seat wave
In such a way that the customers say
She certainly can can-can
Gee! Her anatomy makes the mercury drop to 93
Having
Never on time when we 'rive then it's clutch
She say she from Rio
We Smoking on Dutch
Wrist looking frio
That's why she stay hot
Ice on her neck baby
beer country round here
Here comes my baby
About as hot as she can be
We’re gonna pop the cap, gonna knock them back
Nothing better for the July
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