To The Wall
Roland Mac
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Sup Nicki Minaj Sitting here fantasizing, about laying you on your stomach and tootin that big ol red ass up And spreading and folding them big old ass cheeks and long dicking that pussy Until it’s squirtin and fartin, squirtin and fartin, squirtin and fartin Got dat dookiehole soaking wet soaking wet soaking wet soaking we You throwin it back n it’s grippin n huggin grippin n hugging grippin n hugging da dick yuh Girl Let’s f*ck until we dead (dead, dead) I don’t give a f*ck just give me head (head, head) Dropping all that bass like I’m Bighead (head, head) Time is ticking we still kissing on the bed (bed, bed) I ain’t playing games See me switching different lanes Walking deep into the flames Now she wanna give me brain Crash into the wall Go and f*ck you hoes, now I’m shopping at the mall Now I’m standing tall (tall, tall) Girl you make me feel like I be going crazy I’m in love with all this money but lately I’ve been so lazy on the daily I’ve been feeling like I’m tracy whipping up in her Mercedes Pussies bitches calling 12 like they calling up Tom Brady In the back Roland in your city dressed in all black Shuffling out my cards like a game of blackjack oh You ain’t hopping in my car if you ain’t got no fucking dough That’s my only rule, now you fucking know yuh Girl Let’s f*ck until we dead (dead, dead) I don’t give a f*ck just give me head (head, head) Dropping all that bass like I’m Bighead (head, head) Time is ticking we still kissing on the bed (bed, bed) I ain’t playing games See me switching different lanes Walking deep into the flames Now she wanna give me brain Crash into the wall Go and f*ck you hoes, now I’m shopping at the mall Now I’m standing tall (tall, tall) Aye, Aye, Aye, Girl Explain to me why you tripping for? All this fendi make you pull up to my door Call of Duty it’s a fucking Cold War Blow your fucking mind with my fucking c4 (oh) Feeling like it’s nothin' let it go (go, go, go) I will make you feel a feeling you ain’t felt before Imma run up my cash Imma run it up my bands Imma fly up through the city cause I’m quick up like I’m flash Aye, Aye, Aye, Girl Explain to me why you tripping for? All this fendi make you pull up to my door Call of Duty it’s a fucking Cold War Blow your fucking mind with my fucking c4 (hoe) yuh Girl Let’s f*ck until we dead (dead, dead) I don’t give a f*ck just give me head (head, head) Dropping all that bass like I’m Bighead (head, head) Time is ticking we still kissing on the bed (bed, bed) I ain’t playing games See me switching different lanes Walking deep into the flames Now she wanna give me brain Crash into the wall Go and f*ck you hoes, now I’m shopping at the mall Now I’m standing tall (tall, tall) Squirtin n fartin, squirtin n fartin You throwin it back n it's grippin n huggin grippin n huggin grippin n huggin da dick Next i got it grippin n fartin grippin n fartin grippin n fartin grippin n fartin grippin n fartin Next i got it in the court making it fart I'm in the court making it fart
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