Weather Man

I flick my tongue
She shows her titty
I guess we're exchanging
(Aye)
Shorty the shit
Shorty the one
Shorty amazing(ayyye)
Circ like the beat
Pound like a drum
Sing like a cadence(Ayyyye)
I give the dick like the weatherman
Her forecast is rainy

I had to heal up on my own
Cause She ain't really fuck with ya bro
I sat alone inside ya home
You were outside wit the
Guess a nigga should played grateful
Guess a changed me don't change you
I guess my injuries ain't phase you
I what made me don't make you
I guess that it's cool to disgrace me
TMZ looking at AD like
Look what she did to this man's name
The shit that she's saying is crazy right
Crazy you gave me that baby
I saved the baby the shit that you
Leave out whenever complaining
These bitches too blind
To the pictures they're painting
Can't pay for your past
I can't even date you
So when I woke up bitch why were you waiting
You wanted me dead bitch why did you save it
You play with my head like a musical cadence
You play with my heart it's got me debating
How do I deal with these dastardly darlings
Who think that I date them
I flip through they names
I flip through they pictures
I flip through they faces

I flick my tongue
She shows her titty
I guess we're exchanging
Shorty the shit
Shorty the one
Shorty amazing(ayyye)
Circ like the beat
Pound like a drum
Sing like a cadence(Ayyyye)
I give the dick like the weatherman
Her forecast is rainy

I flick my tongue
She shows her titty
I guess we're exchanging
(Aye)
Shorty the shit
Shorty the one
Shorty amazing(ayyye)
Circ like the beat
Pound like a drum
Sing like a cadence(Ayyyye)
I give the dick like the weatherman
Her forecast is rainy

I flick my tongue
She shows her titty
I guess we're exchanging
(Aye)
Shorty the shit
Shorty the one
Shorty amazing(ayyye)
Circ like the beat
Pound like a drum
Sing like a cadence(Ayyyye)
I give the dick like the weatherman
Her forecast is rainy



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