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Weekend
by Doogie
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And she can't help it lil shawty thick and she bad as hell
The way she moving I bet the pussy can drown a whale
I see my opps then the only thing the gone see is shells
Imma hit her once and catch my cut on her imma playa
Woah
Let me think fa a second
This dusse it got my brain it got me thinking u naked
Imma hit her in the mirror bet her face gone express it
And I told her send me pictures cus I miss her already
It get it hot in this bitch like I'm Nelly
I don't trust niggas I'm Melly
She sunt the room to the tellie
Dat mean I'm fucking lets go
You know yo head is my fetish
I ain't the type to go tell it
I just be be giving you credit
Telling my bros you da goat
The tea in the reason she cheating cuz she a weed head
I give her some latti dotti
She suck it till I'm skeeting
I'm the type to turn up the party den go duck off with a freak bitch
I ain't saying yo hoe trash just don't trust her on the weekend
Just don't trust her on the weekend
And these Choppa's behind tint so they Neva know what we in
And she suck with a lot ah spit lick fa lick that girl a demon
How da fuck you know all the tricks
I buss again I stay the weekend ( you make me buss again I stay the weekend)
Come on Front Line Business
Winee hey
And she can't help it lil shawty thick and she bad as hell
The way she moving I bet the pussy can drown a whale
I see my opps then the only thing the gone see is shells
Imma hit her once and catch my cut on her imma playa
Woah
Let me think fa a second
This dusse it got my brain it got me thinking u naked
Imma hit her in the mirror bet her face gone express it
And I told her send me pictures cus I miss her already
It get it hot in this bitch like I'm Nelly
I don't trust niggas I'm Melly
She sunt the room to the tellie
Dat mean I'm fucking lets go
You know yo head is my fetish
I ain't the type to go tell it
I just be be giving you credit
Telling my bros you da goat
The tea in the reason she cheating cuz she a weed head
I give her some latti dotti
She suck it till I'm skeeting
I'm the type to turn up the party den go duck off with a freak bitch
I ain't saying yo hoe trash just don't trust her on the weekend
Just don't trust her on the weekend
And these Choppa's behind tint so they Neva know what we in
And she suck with a lot ah spit lick fa lick that girl a demon
How da fuck you know all the tricks
I buss again I stay the weekend ( you make me buss again I stay the weekend)
Come on Front Line Business
Winee hey
