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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Jay2
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Jeffrey Smith
Songwriter:in
Blake Wright
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Niko The Great
Produzent:in
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Pop up like red dot
That's my when I'm onna land thot
My bitch
Don't got ass shots
I paint the the picture in the man now
Sloppin me
And I send hearts
I chopped
The whole head
Off the hell cat
That's ned Stark
I really wish you here
Onna lowend eat 2fish
I picked the bitch brain
And she picked too
And she got 2 sense
She top best
You know the rest
You know the rest
Real me baby i'on need a stylist
Add another V behind that
Plain white tee
It's a V behind that
She ain't want me
Til I came with the racks
She a throw ass
She the same wit the neck
Pussy so wet how I manifest that?
XSpills
Yopper yeah
Molly
Ass in the air when she touch ha toes
Same mufuckin city as DRose
Fuck a tall bitch on my tippy toes
Yeah and the click go wherever we go
Yeah and the blick go wherever we go
6 bottles
Of that rose Aye
Ring around the Roszay
Diamonds all in her nose aye
Diamond ring on her tongue yeah
She suck the spit up
She a sponge yeah
Evil bitch wit a grudge whoa
I been waitin in the cut yeah
Dunkin shit like I'm Spud Webb
Tell me baby whatcha want from me
Capper so it ain't my company
Clapper way them cheek
Comfort me
Beat the pussy like a drum it's me
Ally Flelix when she run from me
Big dope
Benz truck roll down window
I do this shit
I been 10 toes
I do this shit like simple
I fuck ya bitch it was simple
I threw it up now ya rent gone
Late night I'm up jimmy kimmel
Know **** who play wit extedos
Yeah
She ridin me
Lil shorty caught the whole tempo
Genius shoulda went to MIT
Lil Bitch I been gettin LIT
Pockets fat boy SSE
I'on know why
She keep textin me
I'on know
Why I'm the recipe
For her heart I'ma pop yeah
Spin the whole fuckin block yeah
I was givin you the benefit
I guess my trust really ain't enough
She want me to get the pussy wet
I guess that other **** ain't enough
She'on wanna get cuffed
Lookin
At you like a stain whoa
I'm anywhere that fuckin brain go
I love the way that fuckin brain is
You fuck around get famous
I only call you when I'm faded whoa
Written by: Blake Wright, Jeffrey Smith