Comments
Shorty wanna call me a gigolo
Like Duce Bigelow
Tryna prove to these hoes that I'm not a ho
I just really want the green like Piccolo
You ain't my bitch I don't why
You be under my post
Is it cuz it went ghost
Wit a brand new chic think I know why
You know I'm lit baby don't lie
Don't get it twisted we was just fuccin
First day we met you know was succin
Knew from da jump dat I wasn't cuffing
I called you baby dat shit ain't mean nothing
Don't wanna argue no fussing
What the fucc is we discussing
You tryna blow my high wit all that cussin
Don't worry bout who I'm fuccin she bussin
I can't cuff I am too distrusting
No I had to dub her Neva said I love her
Off that liqour I was just lusting
Only in the bed is when we ever had something
How can judge me that is insulting
Calling me nasty but succ me disgusting
You fell in love with the stroking and thrusting
Yea Yea Yea
You know I'm that single we could've been all friends
Yea Yea Yea
Remember ya mouth you was holding my balls in
Ain't give you a reason start shit
You should be blocced from under my comments
Go somewhere else with the nonsense
I already got enough problems
Girl you know you slutty wanna act like a virgin
You was begging me to go inside ya body like a surgeon
On the twenty third shorty that was just a hit and go
Send me a message you know I be curvin
Girl we not together why you letting everybody know
That you was fuccin me slurpin and jerking
Had to found out the hard you way you a messy ho
Wanna hurt my feelings but it's not working
Shorty wanna call me a gigolo
Like Duce Bigelow
Tryna prove to these hoes that I'm not a ho
I just really want the green like piccolo
You ain't my bitch I don't why
You be under my post Is it cuz I went ghost
Wit a brand new chic think I know why
You know I'm lit baby don't lie
Don't get it twisted we was just fuccin
First day we met you know was succin
Knew from da jump dat I wasn't cuffing
I called you baby dat shit ain't mean nothing
Don't wanna argue no fussing
Wtf is we discussing
You tryna blow my high wit all that cussin
Don't worry bout who I'm Fuccin she bussin
I can't trust nothing but the process
Shorty a turkey she love to slurp me
Had to fall bacc cuz she got the wrong mindset
I'll pass her off to my bro in a heartbeat
Bounce bacc with a chic way more saucy
Say Im a ho you still wanna call me
If I'm dog you a tic so get off me
You know I'm that single we could've been all friends
Remember ya mouth you was holding my balls in
Aint give you a reason start shit
You should be blocked from under my comments
Go somewhere else with the nonsense
Already got enough problems
All up under my you post need to stop it
Now I need pesticide cus you starting to bug me
You only mad cuz we not fuccin
You only love this dicc bitch you don't love me
Of course I was laying in ya bed I was horny
I called you baby you shoulda knew I was bluffin
Of course I was cooking in ya crib I was hungry
But never need a ho for shit but some cutty
Shorty wanna call me a gigolo
Like Duce Bigelow
Tryna prove to these hoes that I'm not a ho
I just really want the green like piccolo
You ain't my bitch I don't why
You be under my post Is it cuz it went ghost
Wit a brand new chic think I know why
You know I'm lit baby don't lie
Don't get it twisted we was just fuccin
First day we met you know was succin
Knew from da jump dat I wasn't cuffing
I called you baby dat shit ain't mean nothing
Don't wanna argue no fussing
What the fucc is we discussing
You tryna blow my high wit all that cussin
Don't worry bout who I'm fuccin she bussin
Like Duce Bigelow
Tryna prove to these hoes that I'm not a ho
I just really want the green like Piccolo
You ain't my bitch I don't why
You be under my post
Is it cuz it went ghost
Wit a brand new chic think I know why
You know I'm lit baby don't lie
Don't get it twisted we was just fuccin
First day we met you know was succin
Knew from da jump dat I wasn't cuffing
I called you baby dat shit ain't mean nothing
Don't wanna argue no fussing
What the fucc is we discussing
You tryna blow my high wit all that cussin
Don't worry bout who I'm fuccin she bussin
I can't cuff I am too distrusting
No I had to dub her Neva said I love her
Off that liqour I was just lusting
Only in the bed is when we ever had something
How can judge me that is insulting
Calling me nasty but succ me disgusting
You fell in love with the stroking and thrusting
Yea Yea Yea
You know I'm that single we could've been all friends
Yea Yea Yea
Remember ya mouth you was holding my balls in
Ain't give you a reason start shit
You should be blocced from under my comments
Go somewhere else with the nonsense
I already got enough problems
Girl you know you slutty wanna act like a virgin
You was begging me to go inside ya body like a surgeon
On the twenty third shorty that was just a hit and go
Send me a message you know I be curvin
Girl we not together why you letting everybody know
That you was fuccin me slurpin and jerking
Had to found out the hard you way you a messy ho
Wanna hurt my feelings but it's not working
Shorty wanna call me a gigolo
Like Duce Bigelow
Tryna prove to these hoes that I'm not a ho
I just really want the green like piccolo
You ain't my bitch I don't why
You be under my post Is it cuz I went ghost
Wit a brand new chic think I know why
You know I'm lit baby don't lie
Don't get it twisted we was just fuccin
First day we met you know was succin
Knew from da jump dat I wasn't cuffing
I called you baby dat shit ain't mean nothing
Don't wanna argue no fussing
Wtf is we discussing
You tryna blow my high wit all that cussin
Don't worry bout who I'm Fuccin she bussin
I can't trust nothing but the process
Shorty a turkey she love to slurp me
Had to fall bacc cuz she got the wrong mindset
I'll pass her off to my bro in a heartbeat
Bounce bacc with a chic way more saucy
Say Im a ho you still wanna call me
If I'm dog you a tic so get off me
You know I'm that single we could've been all friends
Remember ya mouth you was holding my balls in
Aint give you a reason start shit
You should be blocked from under my comments
Go somewhere else with the nonsense
Already got enough problems
All up under my you post need to stop it
Now I need pesticide cus you starting to bug me
You only mad cuz we not fuccin
You only love this dicc bitch you don't love me
Of course I was laying in ya bed I was horny
I called you baby you shoulda knew I was bluffin
Of course I was cooking in ya crib I was hungry
But never need a ho for shit but some cutty
Shorty wanna call me a gigolo
Like Duce Bigelow
Tryna prove to these hoes that I'm not a ho
I just really want the green like piccolo
You ain't my bitch I don't why
You be under my post Is it cuz it went ghost
Wit a brand new chic think I know why
You know I'm lit baby don't lie
Don't get it twisted we was just fuccin
First day we met you know was succin
Knew from da jump dat I wasn't cuffing
I called you baby dat shit ain't mean nothing
Don't wanna argue no fussing
What the fucc is we discussing
You tryna blow my high wit all that cussin
Don't worry bout who I'm fuccin she bussin
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