Lyrics:
is runnin
I was learning gettin knowledge
And describin she a goblin
We be mobbin over bitches
Stickin missus she the business
Ghetto witness pussy
timin' is wrong
Your friends always tyin' up every line on your phone
Yeah, but tell them bitches that you'll always be my missus
And the hardest part
timin' is wrong
Your friends always tyin' up every line on your phone
Yeah, but tell them bitches that you'll always be my missus
And the hardest part
a bit of this
Or a little bit of that missus
A little bit of what you like does you no harm
You know that
The perpetual steady echo of the passing beat
Fool days brought me loveless joys
I read my Plato, Love, I thought a sin
But since your kiss, I`m reading Missus Glyn!
missus?"
And she says yes
With her kisses
And now he's ticklin' her fancy
Rubbin' her toes,
Muzzle to muzzle, now anything goes
As they wiggle
missus?"
And she says yes with her kisses
And now he's ticklin' her fancy
Rubbin' her ties
muzzle to muzzle now
anything goes
as they wiggle
and Sue
think he's got some nerve
Missus Face had other lovers
Her arms smothered other numbers
He freezes
Christmas season all Saints protect him
His face
lost cells down at Brain Drain
And before I could mend lost the missus, missed the girlfriend
In this Cockamamie Business
Now we like to air
clique of niggas
Or witcha missus, gettin tropical kisses
Makin' faces, anticipatin' places her tongue hits
Suck her neck or just peck, better
tiny, they tried to Deebo
Please don't remind me the reason I bought these Desert Eagles
Got Ron Isley age difference on my missus wishes
Hit a store
‘My love’s already granted,’ the lady replied
‘I love the sweet breath of the farmer,’ she cried
‘And I’ll be the missus go milking the cow
we still good
All them plans you made for me to be your missus
All the stacks that you done spent on me at Lenox
It don't go forgotten, but we're
Everything come back like a boomerang
I'm Black as Paul Mooney slang
And all I pray for is health and a sustainable business and a faithful missus
I see
freakin' your little missus
No biscuits but I'm all in that Bisquick
Hoes jump in your business
Groupie dudes jump in your pictures
They mother's like,
they scissor (uh)
Pink haired missus, I'm her mister, sipping Slurpees, bag of chips
Now show your tits for mister fuji, take a picture, (uh)
Of is
miss tique and miss informed
General disaster, mister know-it-all
Missus a lot and private stock
Corporal punishment 'bout to blow his mind
Mister
gettin' money and trickin'
A hundred K on my missus
It's a difference when you playin' with a hundred million
My first hundred grand (grand), thought I
bleeds, sell the floors out
Caught up in the web, tell 'em, "Log out" (mwah)
Kisses, baby, I bossed up, go frisk us, baby
Won't you be my missus, baby?
of love, you so delicious
I'ma make you my missus
All these candy-coated kisses, you my strawberry shortcake
That ass'll make me catch a charge and miss
But I don't freeze wristses, I just skeeze bitches
Break up happy homes, just seize missus
You'll never get her back, once you get a yap
How you love
Bluetooth
Me and you was gang, you're my thug missus
The ting you got on, got 'em all singin'
Ay, you girl in the tight up skirt
Way that you move make
from her head to her feet
She my sweet sweet (corazón)
Warm hearted hot French missus
French kissing and she got that french dip, I'm french dipped
it beat, I love her from her head to her feet
She my sweet, sweet (corazón)
Warm-hearted hot French missus
French kissing and she got that french
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