| You got me stuck inside your love cycle, I read your love bible
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| We give the hood guidance, we keep the hood smilin'
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| That pussy so wet, I don’t think that this good timin'
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| I’ma nut in that pussy, buy you Gucci and some red bottoms
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| We gon' have the bed rocking, take off them leg stockings
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| And you trippin' if I ain’t gon' give you foreplay, get the head poppin'
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| She say, «You for everybody,» I look at her like, «Who everybody?»
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| You must be everybody, last nigga fuck with your head probably
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| A cheater, uh, yeah
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| I’ma have your legs in the air like baby, I need ya, uh, yeah
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| Deep strokes all in your spine, can’t wait 'til I see ya, uh, yeah
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| Divin' inside of your ocean, don’t need no breathers
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| Put the tip in to tease ya, uh
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| She don’t fuck with no lame nigga
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| She put me on game, nigga
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| She told me she hate niggas
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| She got her own bag, move from the hood
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| She don’t fuck with a nigga 'less he make 'bout eight figures
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| She want rich sex, she ain’t the type to be dick pressed
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| She just want somebody who gon' treat her like somebody, kinda wish nobody
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| ain’t hit yet
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| Fuck with a nigga like me, I’ma give her what she need, I’ma give her what she
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| want, uh
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| Deep strokes all in her chest, I’ma breathe in her ear so she hear when I’m
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| moanin'
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| Don’t think nobody care, but I’m there whenever she callin'
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| And just for her, I’ll swing the block, let off shots, I’m goin' all in
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| You got me stuck inside your love cycle, I read your love bible
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| We give the hood guidance, we keep the hood smilin'
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| That pussy so wet, I don’t think that this good timin'
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| I’ma nut in that pussy, buy you Gucci and some red bottoms
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| We gon' have the bed rocking, take off them leg stockings
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| And you trippin' if I ain’t gon' give you foreplay, get the head poppin'
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| She say, «You for everybody,» I look at her like, «Who everybody?»
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| You must be everybody, last nigga fuck with your head probably
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| A cheater, uh, yeah
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| I’ma have your legs in the air like baby, I need ya, uh, yeah
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| Deep strokes all in your spine, can’t wait 'til I see ya, uh, yeah
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| Divin' inside of your ocean, don’t need no breathers
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| Put the tip in to tease ya, uh
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| Know she got what I need 'cause she bad
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| Fuck her ex-nigga, know he mad
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| She finally happy, now we brag
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| Pulled over, she hidin' the weed sack
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| Baby an R.O.D.
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| Good sex, I’ma eat it, beat it, treat it, food stamps, I’ma E-B-T
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| Dropped out, but she know that my racks big, she the type to make me get a GED
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| She act like my mama, I want her
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| That baby do what she wanna
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| That pussy somethin' to honor
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| She make me lie to your honor, uh
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| That baby fine like Madonna
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| I buy her Gucci and Prada
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| That baby get what she wanna
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| You got me stuck inside your love cycle, I read your love bible
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| We give the hood guidance, we keep the hood smilin'
|
| That pussy so wet, I don’t think that this good timin'
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| I’ma nut in that pussy, buy you Gucci and some red bottoms
|
| We gon' have the bed rocking, take off them leg stockings
|
| And you trippin' if I ain’t gon' give you foreplay, get the head poppin'
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| She say, «You for everybody,» I look at her like, «Who everybody?»
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| You must be everybody, last nigga fuck with your head probably
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| A cheater, uh, yeah
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| I’ma have your legs in the air like baby, I need ya, uh, yeah
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| Deep strokes all in your spine, can’t wait 'til I see ya, uh, yeah
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| Divin' inside of your ocean, don’t need no breathers
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| Put the tip in to tease ya |