That p#ss# be calling me
That Pusey put me to sleep
You know I speak honestly
That Pusey bread jealousy
I dont like people looking
But i like people looking
You leave a lame n#gg# shooken
You turn a straight smile crooked
That thing a pot of gold
You have a way of lighting fires
You know the p#ss# the truth
I admit I get excited when I’m all up in you
We be having private partys take that #ss to the room
So I can smoke you like the zaza I know thats what you want
Nobody loves your body quite like I do
And nobody ever get as wet as you
Oooowaaa
2x Okay alright yep
I admit
Awwww yeaaaaa
That p#ss# got me whipped
That p#ss# fire like how it keeps me coded that thing exotic you know that thing a luxury to be honest this weather put supposed to be you done it you touched a softer part of me
Nobody loves your body quite like I do
And nobody ever get as wet as you
Oooowaaa
2x Okay alright yep
I admit
Awwww yeaaaaa
That p#ss# got me whipped
Yeah that p#ss# got me real Birkin bag VVS’s
You got me trickin on ya
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