Who said I couldn't do it on the dick? (Yeah) You know I'm really ridin' 'cause I do it on my feet (Okay) He ask me, "Why you smilin', why you doin' it to me?" Fucked around and got to drownin', guess I do 'em on the tip (Yeah) I'm a bed-soaker, pussy sweet like mogul I throw it back like, "Hold up", I make it pop like hold-ups I know my ABCs (Okay), I can't get past the D (No, no) Yeah, all my numbers when I'm cummin', I'm like, "One, two, three" I nutted Hahaha, come get in this pussy, nigga (Yeah)
I gotta get the bread (Woo), you actin' like you scared (Okay) I go by 'Kilo, bitch, I'm dope, I gotta duck the feds (Gotta duck the feds) A lot of blue checks in my DM, I leave 'em on read (Yeah, leave 'em on read) Ayy, don't go try to hit unsent, yeah, I saw what you said (I saw that shit) He wanna put it on me (Yeah), he smack like macaronis I'll leave a nigga lonely, like sendin' off his homie He don't know what to do (Nah, nah), I gotta tell the truth I love to break a nigga's heart and I'll do it to you (Who next?)
Who said I couldn't do it on the dick? (Yeah) You know I'm really ridin' 'cause I do it on my feet (Okay) He ask me, "Why you smilin', why you doin' it to me?" Fucked around and got to drownin', guess I do 'em on the tip (Yeah) I'm a bed-soaker, pussy sweet like mogul I throw it back like, "Hold up", I make it pop like hold-ups I know my ABCs (Okay), I can't get past the D (No, no) Yeah, all my numbers when I'm cummin', I'm like, "One, two, three" I nutted
Big booty bitch, I got it poppin' like a Prada bag (Like a Prada, yeah) I took his heart and all his money and I'm proud of that (Know I'm proud of that) I saw that text, shit, I just read it, I ain't holler back (I ain't textin' back) It was impressive really, you can't take the body tag (Take the body, bitch) I like a long stroker (Yeah), who choke and bend me over Ride on that dick like strollers (Okay), I bunny-hop on low up (I hop, ah ha) And even 'til I sing (Burr), I treat him like a lame (Burr) Area code 713 (Huh), but I don't know his name (I don't know that nigga)
Who said I couldn't do it on the dick? (Yeah) You know I'm really ridin' 'cause I do it on my feet (Okay) He ask me, "Why you smilin', why you doin' it to me?" Fucked around and got to drownin', guess I do 'em on the tip (Yeah) I'm a bed-soaker, pussy sweet like mogul I throw it back like, "Hold up", I make it pop like hold-ups I know my ABCs (Okay), I can't get past the D (No, no) Yeah, all my numbers when I'm cummin', I'm like, "One, two, three" I nutted It's 'Kilo, I'm goneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
