X-Rated

Fuck, fuck fuck
Fuck, this is x-rated
This is x-rated

Oh shit, i work my wrist
I sign your tits
You wanna pick
Oh shit, lit like a bic
I got the stick, I got the zip
Oh shit, this is x-rated
You are outdated, flip through the pages
Minimum wages, my nigga's locked in the cages
I'm having money for ages
My life is feeling contagious
Yeah my life is sounding outrageous
Baby, go through the phases
I am down all the way to my laces

Oh fuck, you better duck
I gotta truck, so I can buck
Straight through your gut
Big bucks, baby big bucks

Oh shit, i work my wrist
I sign your tits
You wanna pick
Oh shit, lit like a bic
I got the stick, I got the zip
Oh shit, i work my wrist
I sign your tits
You wanna pick
Oh shit, lit like a bic
I got the stick, I got the zip

You better hide your bitch
Talking that shit, end up in a ditch
Don't trust these niggas caus they prone to snitch
I'm in mansion, this four sided brick
Im wearing diamonds, they got me sick (achew)
If it's not broken, what you gonna fix?
If I ain't nothing, imma be rich
She looking for stitch

Oh fuck, you better duck
I gotta truck, so I can buck
Straight through your gut
Big bucks, baby big bucks

Oh fuck, you better duck
I gotta truck, so I can buck
Straight through your gut
Big bucks, baby big bucks

Oh shit, i work my wrist
I sign your tits
You wanna pick
Oh shit, lit like a bic
I got the stick, I got the zip
Oh shit, i work my wrist
I sign your tits
You wanna pick
Oh shit, lit like a bic
I got the stick, I got the zip

Fuck, ah, fuck fuck fuck



Credits
Writer(s): Cecilia Gomez, Kaitlin Fletcher, Veronica Wyman, Inconnu Compisiteur Auteur
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