f#ck, f#ck
Ayy, ayy, ayy
f#ck, f#ck it up
f#ckin’ up your lace front
She gon’ throw it back tonight, lil’ mama can’t run
She done dropped a couple pounds, now you can’t front
Pretty face, waist, #ss, yeah
f#ck it up
f#ckin’ up your lace front
She gon’ throw it back tonight, lil’ mama can’t run
She done dropped a couple pounds, now you can’t front
Pretty face, waist, #ss, yeah
Oh, she a dog with that sh#t (Roof)
Got me on a leash, shorty need a collar for my dick, ayy
I’m f#ck it ’til it ain’t no walls in that b#tch
When I throw it on you, baby, make her tell it like a [‘Cedes?]
Oh, she a dog with that sh#t (Woof, damn, f#ck)
Come here, baby, let me get your number right quick
I be walkin’ in and f#ckin’ up the summer and sh#t
When she walk in here, she get to dun-dun-dunin’ in this sh#t
Dropped the cash out my bag go to thumbin’ this sh#t
b#tch, I don’t, I gotta, I don’t wanna, b#tch, I’m definitely rich
I paid your airfare for you ’cause definitely lit
Pretty face, waist, #ss, yeah
f#ck, f#ck it up
f#ckin’ up your lace front
She gon’ throw it back tonight, lil’ mama can’t run
She done dropped a couple pounds, now you can’t front
Pretty face, waist, #ss, yeah
f#ck it up
f#ckin’ up your lace front
She gon’ throw it back tonight, lil’ mama can’t run
She done dropped a couple pounds, now you can’t front
Pretty face, waist, #ss, yeah
I’m a big timer n#gg#, yeah, don’t forget it, yeah
That mean I’ma f#ck if she all in my city, yeah
You a broke n#gg#, don’t f#ck with me, yeah
You a broke b#tch, you might still get the dick
Ayy, pretty face, waist, #ss, why I’m f#ckin’ with you
I said, “f#ck that n#gg#” ’cause I’m f#ckin’ richer
He got a Richard Mille, n#gg#, f#ck Richard
I’ll be damned if I buy another [band?] for my hand, I’m drunk
Oh yeah, you gon’ sleep after we f#ck but I don’t know where
I go deep in her tree trunk, I f#ck, no care
Then I ah, skeet, skeet, skeet, skeet, skeet in your hair
f#ck, f#ck it up
f#ckin’ up your lace front
She gon’ throw it back tonight, lil’ mama can’t run
She done dropped a couple pounds, now you can’t front
Pretty face, waist, #ss, yeah
f#ck it up
f#ckin’ up your lace front
She gon’ throw it back tonight, lil’ mama can’t run
She done dropped a couple pounds, now you can’t front
Pretty face, waist, #ss, yeah
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