| Now the lobster don’t even have a price next to it, it just says «Seasonal»
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| So you know what that means, a brother gotta pay 28 dollars
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| Uh, house at the top (Top), party at my spot (Spot)
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| Rottweilers out (Ah), gotta secure the lot (Lot)
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| Fake niggas out (Bah), bring the burners out (Bah)
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| And it’s word of mouth (Yeah), you always run your mouth (Yeah)
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| Breathin' in the loud, blowin' clouds
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| Hunnid thou' (Yeah), time is now (Now)
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| We just fuckin', in and out (Phew)
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| I can’t love you (Nah), I’m too wild
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| Same time, who gon' be the one to turn you out?
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| Wanna do it 'cause I do it? |
| Oh, you funny now
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| Bitch gettin' on my nerves, I just leave the house
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| Now I’m sleepin' at my other bitch house (Ha)
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| Uh, Louis bags on the couch
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| Camouflage with the hunnids, now I’m cummin' in her mouth (Yeah)
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| And if she catch feelings, got a feelin' I’ll be out
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| But she cool, so I’m likin' how this shit is turnin' out (Yeah)
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| Yeah, she know it’s on the low and we both keep it low
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| She got crack, I got dope, she the ex, I’m the smoke
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| It’s like murder on the rope and we on death row
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| And the sex so good, it’s so hard sayin' no
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| If your nigga found out then my girl’ll kill us both
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| And we both love to fuck
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| Yeah, we both love to fuck
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| Yeah, we both love when good ain’t good enough
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| And, hey, if I get you some lobster and some Moet
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| You know what’s happenin' after that
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| We both love to fuck
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| No, what does happen?
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| We both love to fuck
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| I’m goin' deep-sea diving, haha
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| Uh, take you out the shower (Shower), yeah, I call the shots (Shots)
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| I’m the fuckin' boss (Boss), put you in a loft (Loft)
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| You can get a lot (Yeah) if you play your role (What?)
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| Got you comin' over (What?) cookin' on the stove
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| These bitches is bold, they gon' hate (Fuck 'em)
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| Money talk (Yeah), bullshit walk
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| They gon' try to fuck it up, tell you I ain’t shit
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| Judgin' by my outfit, yeah, I’m the shit
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| Icicle wrist, caught a milli on the lick
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| Same bitches that I hit still on your list
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| Yeah, I’m God’s gift, givin' like I’m Saint Nick (Pew)
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| I’m the ghetto Bill Gates, give me ten years (Yeah)
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| Uh, chop-chop when I switch gears
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| Thrustin' make her pussy wet, comin' in the V12
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| I ain’t even put it in, bustin' in your seatbelt
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| Squirtin' on that interior of the 812 (Go)
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| Seashell (Uh), Maybach ill (Go)
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| And it came with the luggage, that is too trill (Trill)
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| Boy, you not a big deal 'til you makin' deals (Deals)
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| And I’m kind of big deal, to keep it real (Ha)
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| Keep your picture in my phone, man, them times is real
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| If you happy with the throne, then just let me live
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| I ain’t hidin', I ain’t runnin'
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| The way I’m movin' got you wonderin'
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| When good ain’t good enough
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| Yeah, you know you right 'cause my dick is only two inches
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| From the ground
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| We both love to fuck
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| Isn’t he grand?
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| Yeah, she know it’s on the low and we both keep it low
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| She got crack, I got dope, she the ex, I’m the smoke
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| It’s like murder on the rope and we on death row
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| And the sex so good, it’s so hard sayin' no |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Love To Fuck , by - Tyga. Song from the album Legendary, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп