| I’m tryna get in her mouth
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| I’m tryna swing with her friend
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| I’m wanna give her the D
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| Then baby girl you never see me again
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| I’m tryna open her highs
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| I’m tryna skrrt off and hide
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| Don’t fall in love with no lie
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| She’s tryna fuck and get high
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| Guess that makes two of us
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| And I’ma give her the prize
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| I’ma give her the prize
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| Give her a slice of the pie
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| I see the look in her eyes
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| Used to be cooking up pies
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| Used to be serving them fiends
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| I love how she swerve in them jeans
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| She work my nerves in them jeans
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| Now I got urge in my jeans
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| She know that I’m all bout the bag
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| I keep them bands in the bag
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| I got a billion in swag
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| I am the realest and this is a fact
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| She be the bad and the boujee type
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| She suck on my dick like a crack pipe
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| I had to give her the jack knife
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| She fell in love with this black pipe
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| She fell in love with this trap life
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| She fell in love in just one night
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| Look bitch I don’t need a housewife
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| Look bitch I need you to say no more
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| Caught that boy slipping we wet him up
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| Calling us gon' have to pick him up
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| Draco is on me, no Soulja Boy
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| I’m on the block with them soldiers boy
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| Glock on the blocks we gon' hold it boy
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| If we talking racks then I’m loaded boy
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| I ain’t worried bout you fuck boys
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| Getting money switching toys
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| Fucking bitches making noise
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| All my
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| Know you niggas unemployed
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| With a ride you can’t afford
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| I got bitches pussy moist
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| Leave your bitch with no choice
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| Flame
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| I’m tryna get in her mouth
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| I’m tryna swing with her friend
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| I’m wanna give her the D
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| Then baby girl you never see me again
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| I’m tryna open her highs
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| I’m tryna skrrt off and hide
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| Don’t fall in love with no lie
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| She’s tryna fuck and get high
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| Guess that makes two of us
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| And I’ma give her the prize
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| I’m tryna fuck on your friend
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| I got some top in the Benz
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| Then took her to the West End
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| My new bitch a ten
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| She get freaked out
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| Beat that shit up,
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| She ain’t fucking with you, your money small like Ant Man
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| pussy on a handstand
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| Throw that pussy on me, knock it out like grand slam
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| When I’m done fucking make her feed me a ham sandwich
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| She let me fuck her on cam
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| She give me head like a ram
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| Painted her face like a clam
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| She ate my nut like a
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| All of that water might drown
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| And I just hopped in the coup
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| One button I drop the roof
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| You got that gun but won’t shoot
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| I know why you mad cause I fucked on your boo
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| You can have that ho back yeah that pussy too loose
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| Damn that Lil Jimmy who started you
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| This pussy pink like Majin Boo
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| Diamonds they wet with
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| like Narnia
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| Hallelujah, pussy so good I’m like hallelujah
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| After my nut man I call a Uber
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| You got a gun but you not a shooter
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| Lil Jimmy
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| I’m tryna get in her mouth
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| I’m tryna swing with her friend
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| I’m wanna give her the D
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| Then baby girl you never see me again
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| I’m tryna open her highs
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| I’m tryna skrrt off and hide
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| Don’t fall in love with no lie
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| She’s tryna fuck and get high
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| Guess that makes two of us
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| And I’ma give her the prize |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Prize , by - Waka Flocka Flame. Song from the album Big Homie Flocka, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп