tootsie
Juice
Homi
Fury
Drop that shit
Smooth move
Bitch lit
Sippin malibu
Lip bit
I can see we bout to do
What it do
Slip up to the room
Ima snap her back in half
Like kung fu
Once you done soul suckin
Then bitch act like you aint know none
Get to bustin no discussion
Like im pablo
You know your bitch
Is jerrfery dahmer
When she get to soul suckin
An then act like she aint know nothin
Bitch act like you aint know nothin
When you got to soul suckin
Huh huh ayee
No nigga
You aint know that was ya hoe nigga
How the fuck you didnt know nigga
All these niggas in your home
Its juice bitch
Yeah
She soul sucking
Got her toe touching
Call her Jeffrey dahmer
Aint much that could calm her
Except this anaconda
Me and homi in the booth
Sippin malibu
We smoked a blunt or two
Bitch we covered in tattoos
Bad bitches come in twos
Like a pack of twigs
We riding with them bamboo
Sticks
We out here causing pandemonium
Its hard not to notice them
Got the haters salty
Overdosing on the sodium
If they think shit sweet
I put that pole on em
All this water turn to ice
Call me frozone
That gas what i light
Im fucking up the ozone
Diamonds flash in the light
Dont stare too long
Ya done fucked up now your visions gone
You think this bitch ill listen
Deaf dumb and blind
Man she a rare find
But she can keep a secret
Clappin cheeks
Beating guts
Bobble head
Catching nut
I can hit it from the back
Or watch her struggle on top
Decisions
Like a tub im trying to slip in
Those walls
Stay in em like a prison
Like a new kid
The way im trying to fit in
Nigga never broke her in
Im bout to hit it from the side
Behind
N share her ass like a image
Eat my meat like brisket
Delicious
Addictive
Concussion way i hit it
Then she aint know nothin
No discussion
Bitch be quiet when you slide through
I aint ask for that chit chat
When i said
What that mouth do
In-n-out i slide through
Use her mouth like a drive thru
Killed the pussy
Put it on a tee shirt
You aint never going to kill me pussy
I squeeze first
Bullets runnin deep
When you breathe it hurts
Put the cheese in the leaf
Every hit legit
No gymnastics when im talking flips
Your bitch pop it
Do a split on the dick
So rediculous
How i spit the shit
Make it look easy
Hoes fall in line
Only thing on their mind
How to fuckin please me
Ice baby
Give you brain freeze
Like a freeze
My pockets aint camera shy
They always cheesin
My name aint jesus
But i got these hoes kneeling
Got em breaking down
In they feelings
Stacking paper to the ceiling
Ugh
She suck the soul out my body
Might slide her twenty to get dressed
N grab some panda express
After that
She boutta suck me again
Bitch give the tip some respect
Im trying to get in that neck
Aint want that ass
Give me head
Fuck i said bitch
Get with the program
Aint with no romance
Face fucking
She a succubus
Way she suck a dick
N act like she aint know none
Bitch a pro the way she go down
Bitch a pro the way she go down
And you know just how it go now
Smooth move
Bitch lit
Sippin malibu
Juice
Homi
Fury
Homi
Fury
Drop that shit
Smooth move
Bitch lit
Sippin malibu
Lip bit
I can see we bout to do
What it do
Slip up to the room
Ima snap her back in half
Like kung fu
Once you done soul suckin
Then bitch act like you aint know none
Get to bustin no discussion
Like im pablo
You know your bitch
Is jerrfery dahmer
When she get to soul suckin
An then act like she aint know nothin
Bitch act like you aint know nothin
When you got to soul suckin
Huh huh ayee
No nigga
You aint know that was ya hoe nigga
How the fuck you didnt know nigga
All these niggas in your home
Its juice bitch
Yeah
She soul sucking
Got her toe touching
Call her Jeffrey dahmer
Aint much that could calm her
Except this anaconda
Me and homi in the booth
Sippin malibu
We smoked a blunt or two
Bitch we covered in tattoos
Bad bitches come in twos
Like a pack of twigs
We riding with them bamboo
Sticks
We out here causing pandemonium
Its hard not to notice them
Got the haters salty
Overdosing on the sodium
If they think shit sweet
I put that pole on em
All this water turn to ice
Call me frozone
That gas what i light
Im fucking up the ozone
Diamonds flash in the light
Dont stare too long
Ya done fucked up now your visions gone
You think this bitch ill listen
Deaf dumb and blind
Man she a rare find
But she can keep a secret
Clappin cheeks
Beating guts
Bobble head
Catching nut
I can hit it from the back
Or watch her struggle on top
Decisions
Like a tub im trying to slip in
Those walls
Stay in em like a prison
Like a new kid
The way im trying to fit in
Nigga never broke her in
Im bout to hit it from the side
Behind
N share her ass like a image
Eat my meat like brisket
Delicious
Addictive
Concussion way i hit it
Then she aint know nothin
No discussion
Bitch be quiet when you slide through
I aint ask for that chit chat
When i said
What that mouth do
In-n-out i slide through
Use her mouth like a drive thru
Killed the pussy
Put it on a tee shirt
You aint never going to kill me pussy
I squeeze first
Bullets runnin deep
When you breathe it hurts
Put the cheese in the leaf
Every hit legit
No gymnastics when im talking flips
Your bitch pop it
Do a split on the dick
So rediculous
How i spit the shit
Make it look easy
Hoes fall in line
Only thing on their mind
How to fuckin please me
Ice baby
Give you brain freeze
Like a freeze
My pockets aint camera shy
They always cheesin
My name aint jesus
But i got these hoes kneeling
Got em breaking down
In they feelings
Stacking paper to the ceiling
Ugh
She suck the soul out my body
Might slide her twenty to get dressed
N grab some panda express
After that
She boutta suck me again
Bitch give the tip some respect
Im trying to get in that neck
Aint want that ass
Give me head
Fuck i said bitch
Get with the program
Aint with no romance
Face fucking
She a succubus
Way she suck a dick
N act like she aint know none
Bitch a pro the way she go down
Bitch a pro the way she go down
And you know just how it go now
Smooth move
Bitch lit
Sippin malibu
Juice
Homi
Fury
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