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007
by Neighbah
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Imma just tell them how I'm on
Guala stretching out lovely like some melted provolone
Trynnah get gone
Shawtty get gone
I'm trynnah show her
How I'm really on
How I came up
How I get gone
Wanna know
What I'm on
I be on fuck that bitch
No I ain't stutter
Can't believe a word
That she udders
Double the dose to focus up, on another
I heard this bopper
Got her a dick fetish
So I tell my brothers, Go and get it
Even if she got a man
We don't give a damn, Fry his pig ass on a skillet
She'll even leave her man the moment she notices us out in public
Pull off to serve my old bitch with my new stain, a real fetish
My brudder warning me to dead it
I'm deading the option cause dead ass I'm telling you I did
I wouldn't be here if I always listened
I'm trynnah catch up three years worth of digits
Remember I couldn't walk the stage
Remembering nights reing up on an 8th
Now I'm trynnah tell myself
Imma just tell them how I'm on
Guala stretching out lovely like some melted provolone
Trynnah get gone
Shawtty get gone
I'm trynnah show her
How I'm really on
How I came up
How I get gone
Wanna know
What I'm on
I be on fuck that bitch
No I ain't stutter
Can't believe a word
That she udders
Double the dose to focus up, on another
I heard this bopper
Got her a dick fetish
So I tell my brothers, Go and get it
Even if she got a man
We don't give a damn, Fry his pig ass on a skillet
She'll even leave her man the moment she notices us out in public
Pull off to serve my old bitch with my new stain, a real fetish
My brudder warning me to dead it
I'm deading the option cause dead ass I'm telling you I did
I wouldn't be here if I always listened
I'm trynnah catch up three years worth of digits
Remember I couldn't walk the stage
Remembering nights reing up on an 8th
Now I'm trynnah tell myself
