Play with her p#ss#, she tell me she love me
When we out in public, can’t tell that we f#ckin’
If you askin’ questions, she ain’t gon’ say nothin’
Got Тina on me, so you know that we thuggin’
Double c high fashion
No flash light my diamonds dancing
Wine and dine might be romantic
Hop inside she gon lose her panties
Top slide off when I pull off Imma take your hoe from you
Astronaut this baccarat make them smell me in the room
Chasin’ my dream, chasin’ my dream when my mind can’t fathom
I just went gold f#cked around and went platinum
I went got some head f#cked around made a anthem
She do what I say so she callin’ me master
I bust on her face and you know what came after
I’m a tornado, natural disaster, I bet you he can when he come to Фtlanta
These hoes can’t get nothin’ from me
Now they love ain’t even free
All they want is double c, high fashion hot commodity
I’m hot, I’m hot
I’m hot, I’m on fire, I’m blazin’
When I made throat baby they looked at me crazy
I’m on it, I got it on racin’ tear the roof out the spot at my show they go crazy
I’m coming I’m coming keep waitin, know it’s been a while just because patient be patient
Smoke from the wood got me lit and I’m faded, straight to the top when I drop I’m amazin’
These hoes tryna find love in the wrong place
I ain’t tryna hear sh#t I’m on a rack race
Ain’t going back broke, can’t backspace
I’m on the island on a boat on a off day
Kickin’ sh#t with my feet up
I’m high like a fever
The hoe might be better don’t need her
Might take her to cheetah, dog her like peta
Ain’t taking bout nun then I leave her
These hoes can’t get nothin’ from me
Now they love ain’t even free
All they want is double c, high fashion hot commodity
I’m hot, I’m hot
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