That Fellow - T F G

T F G

She bussin' out that bra
On her I don't see a flaw
Yea she let me hit it raw
If loving you is wrong
I don't wanna be right
Mess with my baby
Then bitch it's on sight
Not with the beef
I like to smoke keef
Who got me a light

She literally the definition of perfection
Thinkin' of new ways to show my affection
Got a lotta ass but still intelligent
I just wanna smash all for the hell of it
Egyptian goddess like she heaven sent
I dare you to try to find a better man

Went to sleep with my ice on
Woke up like a diamond

TFG on my neck
I was born to be rich
Hop on a jet and I count up a check
Fuckin' these bitches they gettin' so wet
I got the digits I run up a check
On my self, made a big bet
By my self, in a big bed

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Writer(s): Gerald Mastro
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