Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ftsoy, artist - Problem. Album song Mollywood 3: The Relapse, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 30.06.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Diamond Lane
Song language: English
Ftsoy |
Am finna fuck the shit out you, am finna fuck the shit out you |
Am finna fuck the shit out you, am finna fuck the shit out you |
Am finna fuck the shit out you, am finna fuck the shit out you |
Am finna fuck the shit out you, am finna fuck the shit out you |
When I put that dick up on you, you go tell your friend |
I, am a monster in your pussy, I be going in |
I didn’t know you was a freak like that, you nasty shorty |
You back up, pull it out, girl get nasty for it |
So stop playing with a nigga, pull 'em titties out |
I ain’t coming for no reason, what you talking bout |
You know a got a thing for you, so help me make this aim for you |
While i fuck this shit up out you girl, yeah |
Am finna fuck the shit out you, am finna fuck the shit out you |
Am finna fuck the shit out you, am finna fuck the shit out you |
Am finna fuck the shit out you, am finna fuck the shit out you |
Am finna fuck the shit out you, am finna fuck the shit out you |
Girl, am gonna fuck the shit out you |
Bang, bang, bang, bang you, till all the shit out you |
Living room here, we don’t make it to bed |
Baby after am done you go need some new couches |
Now shove it in slow, motherfucker all that carpet |
Have it all over the place, like good publicis |
Use to coming to the target, guarantee am go double |
You and him can make love, am fucking it |
What! |
Am finna fuck the shit out you, am finna fuck the shit out you |
Am finna fuck the shit out you, am finna fuck the shit out you |
Am finna fuck the shit out you, am finna fuck the shit out you |
Am finna fuck the shit out you, am finna fuck the shit out you |
Am finna fuck the shit out you, am finna fuck the shit out you |
Am finna fuck the shit out you, am finna fuck the shit out you |
Am finna fuck the shit out you, am finna fuck the shit out you |
The loose in your blouses and you taking a sip |
On my cup full of rush now, we both on the trip |
Yeah, there’s smiling on your limited |
Am the monster, the dollar are linen |
We’re clear while we swallow the denim |