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Blvd Ree Up & Da Real Gee Money - Don't Play With That
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Créditos

AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Da Real Gee Money
Da Real Gee Money
Stimme und Gesang
Blvd. Bubba
Blvd. Bubba
Stimme und Gesang
Blvd. Quick
Blvd. Quick
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Garret Burton
Garret Burton
Songwriter:in
Austin On Da Track
Austin On Da Track
Songwriter:in
Marlon Clark
Marlon Clark
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
DJ B Real
DJ B Real
Produzent:in

Letras

[Verse 1]
I'm just tryna see what's up with you
I'm tryna see if I could fuck with you
I ain't tryna fall in love with you
I'm tryna see if I could fuck with you
[Verse 2]
Baby, I just wanna fuck with you
Baby, I just wanna fuck with you
Baby, I just wanna thug with you
Baby, I just wanna thug with you
[Verse 3]
Talkin' late nights in the bed goin' hard
69 with your mind on moll'
Baby, I just wanna fuck with you
Baby, I just wanna fuck with you
[Verse 4]
She said she like how I be comin'
She know I'm one of the realest
I'm young and I be swaggin' and plus, I handle my business
Low key behind tint, they tryna draw too much attention
She was talkin', I looked at her, told that ho, "Shut up and listen", ay
Bless her, I got that pressure
Stressin', I'll make it better
Them other guys lame
No, they not on my level
I'm just tryna fuck with you, you know what's up with me, baby
Once you let me dick you down, you gon' be stuck on me, baby
I'm talkin' late nights on the flight, goin' hard
Blow an entire dick put her to sleep like she on bars
Lay her down before she eat I let her starve
Flesh out, kill the pussy, catch a charge
[Verse 5]
Talkin' late nights in the bed goin' hard
69 with your mind on moll'
Baby, I just wanna fuck with you
Baby, I just wanna fuck with you
[Verse 6]
I wanna fuck you to a slow song
Pile drive that pussy till your throws off
Baby, take your clothes off
Girl, I can't wait to see you naked
FaceTime me that pussy, when I see you, give me bacon
'Cause you got that fire and I want a try ya
Lil' mama a throat girl, be my supplier
[Verse 7]
Fell in love when I seen you on the ground flexin' in the p.m.
Slid up in your DM tryna turn your into BM
Look like your name Victoria, girl, tell me all your secrets
And if that pussy fire, we gon' fly off for a weekend
Gee Money say your sister juug good and she manage
Y'all got the same genes, I'm tryna keep it in the family
[Verse 8]
I'm just tryna see what's up with you
I'm tryna see if I could fuck with you
I ain't tryna fall in love with you
I'm tryna see if I could fuck with you
[Verse 9]
Hey
You done fucked too many lames, it's time to fuck the real
You ain't never had a **** dick off in your ribs
Stick his tongue in your booty while he grip your thighs
You say you feel like you on X, bae, this another high
69, 69, girl, I'll stay in prime
You suck my dick, I'll lick your cat, watch you lose your mind
I'm goin' in, you runnin' hard like a Flintstone
Now watch, I'll flip your ass over like a flip phone
Grip your shoulders, bite your ear, bae, just chew his ass
Smoke a blunt after we fuck, call it Whitney and Bobby
[Verse 10]
Now have you ever had a man who put you on the moon?
Well, watch how I dick and that pussy, call it up a room
(Rest in peace to that pussy)
Written by: Garret Burton
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