Lyrics:
feel me
Uh, Pablo, my chick Tata
Nice breasts with the high thighs like KFC
Only thing missin' was the hot fries and the cold Coke
Make warm but it's
She love how I talk
Match it with walk
Call it a pop out (ooo)
Drip on the scene
Fresher than clean
Panties they drop now (they drop now)
Her jaw
High up
Clean still
So I take
Three pills
My cup
Refill
Yea my drank
Lean real
She think
We real
I think
She feel
She feel like I’m feeling somebody
weed
And then add some tears to her jeans
Converse and the vans never clean
All the outfits come from Journeys
Day I do Fashionova campaigns
Is the day
and shit
Yeah I went all through the struggle
What don't kill you only make you stronger learn from every struggle
Competition everywhere
Got my back against
girl, make you one of my girls
While I do diamonds, you be doing white pearls
You know imma clean guy, let you meet my guys
Let them know, this dime right
I make her clean up like a maid Codeine by the case
I mix it, that's pink lemonade I walk around this bitch like Osama
Victim of trauma, cozy, I trap
it's up in the air
I was not to into breast but omg cause I done changed
I met you, you brought ya twins Tia and Tamara they got names
You ate
Face is
breasts
Is this a start or an end?
I don’t know and I don’t care
We’ll live it up, never give up
We’ll take the reins
If you're tired of wasted days,
Stuck
capp
You talk shit we make it blast
Ain't no talking merck him fast
Leave his brain cell in his lap
Keep my gun i never lack
Wow hope i don't crash
Hope
make a scene, 'cause we're
Ching-a-ling, so fresh, so clean
Ching-a-ling, I been doing things now
Ching-a-ling, so fresh, so clean
Ching-a-ling,
of tacky gold
They smoothed her hair with cinnamon waves
And they placed an ingot in her breast to burn cool and collected
Fate holds her firm in its
(Fi squeeze, fi squeeze)
(Like centipede, fi real, yeah)
Gyal you know yuh pussy and breast fi squeeze
Buddy long like centipede
Kick it off, me
yi yi
I never thought I would make it
Another ride, another flight
And I don't know where the day went
Got money on my mind
It get me every time
That
and burn it out
Tried to make it right, way too tough
You make me wanna fight, Bet! Hands up
Ain't scared to catch a case, 'Bout to get rough
'Bout to get
the bargon
Flash: Dj spin the disc n drop it let me get ma shine on
Chorus
I'mma wipe the slate clean
Wipe Wipe the slate clean
I'mma wipe the slate
the mix, make the winter melt
I'm the best thing since a fresh loaf of sliced bread
Sitting on the bed between a pair of nice legs
I'm sex, white flag,
tasting pain.
Feel my body in a blaze, when a rider whips his chain.
Wondering what I've done to get my song a lot of dislike
Better wipe it off clean like
Dirty dirty dirty dirty clean me clean me
Dirty dirty dirty dirty clean me clean me
12 coming that's the only time I run
It's Lincoln Heights don't
snorting cocaine off your moms breast
Ill make you love all my yo mama jokes
I'm a crackhead bai pass me some yokes
Hurry up already stop being a slow poke
Okay, you want money, I want sex
We can both, take it or leave it, it makes us even
We like those freak hoes that like our style
Clean up that pole, go
and vulgarity
Homosexuality
Keep it clean
Down with nudity
Breasts that are bare and pubic hair
We are here to cleanse humanity
From the man in
me quick, get befuddled and sea sick
My ugly mug'll be equipped to make it a struggle to see shit
The beat kicks, my belly feels empty I want a person
expected
About 5 foot 5, getting thick in the breast and thighs
Beautiful dark eyes, a strong stare
Large lips, soft hands and long hair
I said I'll make you
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