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tattoo Let me come inna room Chop your body make I do? Skip on say I don't tire Pull up in the club say me I don't tire Jejeli jeje say me I don't tire I
Let's say I'm in a room with a bitch and the ho don't wan' fuck Like a man I'ma beat my meat and get my fuckin' nut, fa'sho' She gonna be drove
Let's say I'm in a room with a bitch and the ho don't wan' fuck Like a man I'ma beat my meat and get my fuckin' nut, fa'sho' She gonna be drove
room but I know outside there’s sunshine o Oh baby you’re my sunshine o oh baby you’re my sunshine o So why I still dey catchy cold catchy cold E do me
I've been in my room But I know outside there's sunshine out Oh baby, you're my sunshine, oh So why I still dey catch cold o? E do me like I
I've been in my room But I know outside there's sunshine out Oh baby, you're my sunshine, oh So why I still dey catch cold o? E do me like I
know say me don tire Just watch as you dey run down From speaking all my matter And I step Inna the room with my head up high Na little-little things I
know say me don tire Just watch as you dey run down From speaking all my matter And I step Inna the room with my head up high Na little-little things I
I fit to change your life oo Give it to me Ah Sexy Ah Sexy Ah Sexy Ah Sexy Give it to me Ah Sexy Ah Sexy Ah Sexy Baby ah Sexy Pull up in my room now
you Shawty wanna scream so loud in my room So make i drive her voom voom voom Uh-hmm Like zoom zoom zoom She tell me say Hit me harder (Juiczy) Harder
If she likes a ball cap and faded out boots And a boy who won't forget his roots If she likes mud tires and she likes bonfires Well I've got room for
Let's say I'm in a room with a bitch And the hoe don't wanna fuck Like a man I'm a beat my meat And get my fuckin' nut Fo'sho she gonna be drove
Let's say I'm in a room with a bitch And the hoe don't wanna fuck Like a man I'm a beat my meat And get my fuckin' nut Fo'sho she gonna be drove
Hide the money and ran outta room, yeah I tried to hide the money and ran outta room I tried to hide the money and ran outta room I tried to hide
unload, we're both gettin' drenched cnd I've lost my desire... There's a nail in the tire There's a wasp in the room cnd his mission is clear Fly straight
Different different men, You tell me na your uncles Baby, Different different lies. Baby I don tire for youuuuu My baby I don tire For youuuuu Baby I don
you dey talk halla ahhh You make my eye don see Why you dey talk halla ahhh My body no go gree Calling my phone You no go tire Come to my house You no
Uh In the middle of the night My subconscious filling pages I'm running outta space Running outta patience Gonna suffocate, aye And there's no room
problem (Yeah) We in the room and we finessing (Finesse) We keep it cool we keep on flexing (Okay) No long thing no complica'ing Loke loke we eleva'ing Drop
Watchu want Diamonds dance in the moonlight Swervin too fast got new tires Diamonds dance in the moonlight Got addicted to mulah Asian girl like Mulan
You talkin' hard but you a liar, I won't spare you, I will change you like a tire Figured out your name and where you stay, Adam's apple Choppa got
me in the room Whine your waist to the core My heart girly you don capture Playing with me like akin & paw paw Take the keys make you close the door
dey burst her medulla,burst her medulla She tell me say she no go tire,oh she no go tire oo That nah me her zaddy for life,her zaddy for life She wanna
I burn that dirt, hug that road, Plug my lip with a fist full of Skoal 12 gauge cock, shift down low, Bounce mud tires like a bass on a pole Up
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