Lyrics:
things already tasting old
Dropping nukes to clean my room
See what I am doing?
Yeah, side by side
Your disguise is the real look in my eyes
And my
Yeah
Yeah yeah
Big Lysiee
Hot tamale
Spicy mami
Wet tsunami
Put it on me
Make my legs weak
And the bed creak
Be a big freak
Put it on me
Yeah yeah
Strike a pose
Hot as hell
Grab your chicken head by the tail
A lot of tail
Can generate you a lot of mail
I'm the victorious
You the big time
Ya gal
Dreads, beret and your smile make me wet
I still cant wait
Tu as piraté ma flemme
Tu vas pas rater la fame
Lil pirate cri sur scène
Quand tu rappes
the spot ready or not
Pushin' my pronouns for plenty plenty a pop,
I'm getting guap my man I got plans
To cop land away and lay in in the hot sand,
I
wrong
When every day is sunshine
Everyday is sunshine
Everyday is sunshine
I was born by the river with the sunblock
Say I'm cooking up the heat so
fingers caresss your inner thighs, open your legs for me
Let me enter, let me be part of your dream
I'm gonna bring you up by hand, gonna make you sigh
It's like Romeo and Juliet
Hot sex on a platta just to get you wet
You's about to get in somthin' you will never regret
And it's gonna be
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
the window, son
Or feel this hot one, we rip all strifes dun dun
Without a fight son, we keep the house dope like ?pie fendis?
We twist and pop Henny, gettin
change
Leave your bitch around my gang
Then she fair game
Gets so hot, you standin' near a flame
Twenty thousand on my wrist
Fifty on my chain
Club owners
it but
Sometimes she holds the mic wrong
She just try to make every
Situation right for him
Keep that gushy tight for him
Clean wet white warm
Talk bad
knots
I tied myself into
It won't show anyone that I'm not diluted by you
Diluted
All it does it make the blanket wet
All it does is make the blanket wet
you down baby
Back it up make it bounce like a Chevy 64
We can go from the bed, to the shower, to the floor
To the stairs like 112 we can do it anywhere
Slaves drinking hot liquid and are meager
The wounds are not healing, but bleeding
After all the pain, they are becoming
Rocks in the pyramids
So now it's set up, her and the beast to get wet up
I know he vest up, we blazin' from the neck up
(Yo, let me knock first)
Soon as he open, let
Cubans 'round ma neck (Yeah yeah)
Cubans 'round ma neck (Yeah yeah)
Cubans 'round ma neck (Yeah yeah)
Cubans 'round mi neck Louis V mek she wet
Every gyal
You know sex 'em up a little bit
You know what I mean?
You're the honey that I see when I'm riding by
The one giving me a feeling that I can't deny
Rainstorm, brainstorm, faces in the maelstrom
Huddle by the puddles in the shadows where the drains run
Hot dogs, wet clogs clicking up
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
dude
Different mood, different dude
Who's in your bed by tomorrow tho?
Rippin' hot pants and dipping my dick
Fun fact still have the pics that I clicked
humid with a chance of a storm
We're soak and wet because our bodies so warm
It's gonna be a lot of thunder and lightning
And a lot of hot fudge and some
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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