KUWAiT (feat. Valee)

Fuck it
Fuck it
Fuck it
Fuck it

Quarter to 8, I'm the on the way
She in the mirror Fenty her face
Nike my laces, lace on her waist
Hair full of oil, like it's Kuwait
We wanna running late, but she want a taste
Okay, I guess it could wait
Fuck it
I guess it could wait
Fuck it
I guess it could wait

Started off as just a little kiss
I guess it Kuwait
You got something i just can't resist
I guess it Kuwait
My appointment's just gone have to get missed
I guess it Kuwait
I guess it Kuwait
I guess it Kuwait

Had to push the date back
Gave me more lap than a race track
Booty so big them back shots feel like payback
She say A like an Atlanta Braves hat
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Fuck it
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Fuck it

She dressing while i'm rolling a salad
I'm tryna cleanse my palate
She dancing watch her doing a ballet
I'ma write her a ballad
Singing
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Fuck it
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Fuck it

The way she balance on it
I wanna change her bank balance
(fuck it)
I'm royalty this phallus turn that Hoo-Ha to a palace
(fuck it)
Oh i'm too high feeling mannish
Grip that ass til i get callouses
Made of sugar spice and everything
Without the extra additives
(fuck it)
She wet i'm hard
She like challenges
(fuck it)
We met
Had no heart
She might salvage it
(fuck it)
I like cannabis
She like Fenty Savage fits
(fuck it)
If i go below
It's still above average

Quarter to 8, I'm the on the way
She in the mirror Fenty her face
Nike my laces, lace on her waist
Hair full of oil, like it's Kuwait
We wanna running late, but she want a taste
Okay, I guess it could wait
Fuck it
I guess it could wait

Started off as just a little kiss
I guess it Kuwait
You got something i just can't resist
I guess it Kuwait
My appointment's just gone have to get missed
I guess it Kuwait
I guess it Kuwait
I guess it Kuwait

She flied in from Kuwait
All that other shit could wait
In that wide body
I did the dash
Felt like two fifty eight
In that wide body
I did the dash
I did more than my weight
See i skipped the line
Went right inside i did not wan wait
When i took the bitch out to eat
Spent one stack on plates
What's inside my cup
Look like Sunny D
Only thing is it ain't
When we hotbox inside my AMG
You see Za debri
I poured a eight it's almost gone
Felt like eight fifty nine

Quarter to 8, I'm the on the way
She in the mirror Fenty her face
Nike my laces, lace on her waist
Hair full of oil, like it's Kuwait
We wanna running late, but she want a taste
Okay, I guess it could wait
Fuck it
I guess it could wait
Fuck it
I guess it could wait

Started off as just a little kiss
I guess it Kuwait
You got something I just can't resist
I guess it Kuwait
My appointment's just gone have to get missed
I guess it Kuwait
I guess it Kuwait
I guess it Kuwait

Had to push the date back
Gave me more lap than a race track
Booty so big them back shots feel like payback
She say A like an Atlanta Braves hat
Ay
Ay
Ay
Ay
Ay
Fuck it
Ay
Ay
Ay
Ay
Ay
Fuck it



Credits
Writer(s): Lamont Anderson, Nate Haymes, Valee Taylor
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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