Lunch or Fck (Explicit Version)

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PureHoneyy

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One time I got pregnant, abortion cause we didn't want kids
And yeah I make sure he straight, so he know what it is
Not much time to spend together, cause we off in our bags
And we stay out the limelight, these niggas and bitches be too mad

See I tatted em on me, just to show em that I'm holding s
And he'll bump down on any nigga, that play with my feelings
We don't go out for lunch, bet off ordering in
That way when we finish eating, we getting freaky on a pill

Smacking on my ass, pulling on my hair, on top of them covers not anywhere else
He bust on my stomach, I play with it, rub a little bit on my lips
I don't squirt when he eat me munchies, I only squirt when he press that button
Ion call after ten, he ain't with his friends, I'm knowing he in with his bitch and I love it

Gave him a key to my house, he ain't sleeping on no bitch couch
And if he call random 1am, I'm putting this thirsty nigga out
Yeah he did a bit before, he be in and out
And when he lay down, he say to do me, just hold down his spot

When he come home, I ain't gotta do drive-bys, cause he home with his gal
And I don't complain about it, I been doing this shit for a while
Even when I'm mad, I ask if he okay for my birthday
He flew me to Cali, we fucked on a baddie, gave me a rafe and we pulled off in that Audi

We don't go on no dates, we don't speak in the club
I don't call him about bitches, cause we ain't in love
He knew about my ex, so I cut him off
I knew about his main bitch too, but she ain't no boss

See we getting a bag together, I drop that pack off
And if he short when it's time to re-up, I drop that bag off when he call
I don't f*ck on his homies, I tell him when they try to speak
I don't got they phone numbers neither, cause that shit be sneaky

These bitches be pressed for real, meanwhile I'm getting checks for real
Every bitch with me get a bag for real, bad bitches really get cake for real
Click ratchet  grabbing them drakes for real, all hittas  red dot  shoot to kill
I don't ask for no money, but sometimes he ask me

So I'ma come through for him, whenever cause that's all he need
We don't argue about shit, cause that dick in my mouth
And the way I be sucking on it, he forget to go check on his child
Baby mama be stressing him, now he coming to me

He ain't gotta ring no doorbell, cause I gave him a key
And I keep it wet for him, amusement park and he is the ride
He wanted the threesome but I didn't, so I found him a bad bitch quick
We don't go on no dates, we don't speak in the club

I don't call him about bitches, cause we ain't in love
He knew bout my ex, so I cut him off
I knew bout his main bitch too, but she ain't no boss
We don't go on no dates, we don't speak in the club

I don't call him about bitches, cause we ain't in love
He knew bout my ex, so I cut him off
I knew bout his main bitch too, but she ain't no boss

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