Hot box with a hot bitch We drop the top, now all of my bitches topless His name is Travis, I'm giving him mosh pit, oh He like how I shake it, this junk in the trunk I don't give a fuck, I be calling him drunk Ruin his life till' he turn to a monk Ruin it bitch, you better ruin it Keep you on roster till’ that nigga pursuing it Cover my name, cause your man tattooed it I got them stickin' to me like I glued it He like a spicy girl, not a prude bitch I tell him sue me like it's a Lecollet
La la, la la, la, warm it up La la, la la, la, the hoes are hatin'
He brought his bitch to see me at Coachella Stalkin' online but in person it’s wetter Keep pressing me, she must got a vendetta Go ask your nigga, who's sucking it better Ooh, eat it up, papi Boy, you too neat to be eating this sloppy Fucking me good, call it plug in the socket Think I'm in love, I'm in love with his wallet Damn, okay, what you gonna do with it? Drive them crazy like Tesla, I'm cruising it He need Milli, you know he pursuing it I'm in his mind, I can feel it, he losing it I need that dick, ándale, ship it Amazon Prime, when I lick it, he dip it Dance like a stripper, make him wanna tip it He want a future, it’s about to get wicked Dumb ass bitch, you're a hating ass hoe If you're feeling froggy, then jump, lil toad Laughing my way out of Chase Withdrew from your nigga, reroute to the bank Jeans never fit, cause I don't got a waist It's giving body, in love with the face
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