Kangaroar
Chapo
I eat ya bitch like she nachos
She call up twice
Say she want more
I hit it nice if you act soft
Beating the pussy like basketball
Spit on the inside
Like captain whore
Running it back
From the corner store
Hopping like Jack
Watch me kanga roar
Out of here
You say its up ain't no stopping there
Like a balloon in the atmosphere
Either you fly or you popping there
Come and get high
In the Cypher steer
Rolling that Zaza
In Cypher gear
Tapping the bottle
All types of scares
Start from the bottom
We come prepared
Ahhhh
Roll up
Yeah she dont smoke but she pour up
Call when she woke we make pornhub
Swim in the pussy just sort of
Catching each drip of that ora
Body Im stripping just hold up
Already know We like water
Moving the ocean mike mora
She make me dinner
Like forest
She eat me up like Im porridge
When I say stop she dont know it
When its her turn I'm just storage
She stay on go
Like we born rich
I tell her no
She gone forfeit
Run up that bag
We need more of it
Talking like that
We gone park the whip
I just dont drive
But Ill drive that bitch
I know my style
But I style my shit
I run it down
If its counterfeit
I hunt you down
If you talking shit
This aint my town
But Im owning it
They say you die
When you finally live
I know my time
When I write my shit
I write it down
But my freestyles lit
Running it back
Know I'm kinda it
Picking my battles
Like Simon did
I can write rounds
Like you catch a lick
Bring it to town
Some old farmer shit
We eating pussy for hours
She getting dicked in the shower
This aint a game its a talent
She make it rain call it splatter
She yell my name Tee the rapper
Girl I got game Im the master
I ruin lives they disasters
I say my grace even after
If its a storm Im the tracker
I just cant stop
Like relaxers
I play my part
I'm an actor
Time just keep passing
The rapture
Watching the beat how I bring it back
Im really rapping lets call it that
I shoot my shoot
And its all of that
She stay on top
Like a quarter back
I play my spot
On the moral pass
Im in my prime
I need more of that
Tee on the mic
Yeah who taught her that
I keep it quiet
Hear all of that
I keep it quiet hear all of that
I eat ya bitch like she nachos
She call up twice
Say she want more
I hit it nice if you act soft
Beating the pussy like basketball
Spit on the inside
Like captain whore
Running it back
From the corner store
Hopping like Jack
Watch me kanga roar
Out of here
You say its up ain't no stopping there
Like a balloon in the atmosphere
Either you fly or you popping there
Come and get high
In the Cypher steer
Rolling that Zaza
In Cypher gear
Tapping the bottle
All types of scares
Start from the bottom
We come prepared
Ahhhh
Roll up
Yeah she dont smoke but she pour up
Call when she woke we make pornhub
Swim in the pussy just sort of
Catching each drip of that ora
Body Im stripping just hold up
Already know We like water
Moving the ocean mike mora
She make me dinner
Like forest
She eat me up like Im porridge
When I say stop she dont know it
When its her turn I'm just storage
She stay on go
Like we born rich
I tell her no
She gone forfeit
Run up that bag
We need more of it
Talking like that
We gone park the whip
I just dont drive
But Ill drive that bitch
I know my style
But I style my shit
I run it down
If its counterfeit
I hunt you down
If you talking shit
This aint my town
But Im owning it
They say you die
When you finally live
I know my time
When I write my shit
I write it down
But my freestyles lit
Running it back
Know I'm kinda it
Picking my battles
Like Simon did
I can write rounds
Like you catch a lick
Bring it to town
Some old farmer shit
We eating pussy for hours
She getting dicked in the shower
This aint a game its a talent
She make it rain call it splatter
She yell my name Tee the rapper
Girl I got game Im the master
I ruin lives they disasters
I say my grace even after
If its a storm Im the tracker
I just cant stop
Like relaxers
I play my part
I'm an actor
Time just keep passing
The rapture
Watching the beat how I bring it back
Im really rapping lets call it that
I shoot my shoot
And its all of that
She stay on top
Like a quarter back
I play my spot
On the moral pass
Im in my prime
I need more of that
Tee on the mic
Yeah who taught her that
I keep it quiet
Hear all of that
I keep it quiet hear all of that
Credits
Writer(s): Theresa Johnson
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