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Little Deep Throat Here baby taste this drink Ooh whats in this drink Twerk it, twerk it, twerk it, twerk it, twerk it Aha shes turnt Who is that They pulling out the SUV and everything I don't know but that guy over there with lose chains on is sexy You better hop on that Haa you're funny, and hes with a bitch anyway Yeah, I don't fuc*** matter you got a check, you better go f*** him Playboi Carti : You look better than that bitch Tiva : I mean I would hope so, this bitch looks dusty as hell, look at her weave, that shit looks matted as f*** like doesn't comb that shit, look at the diamonds in my teeth Yo, I look better than her, her and her Accidentally call that bitch a sir, sir, sir, sir (damn) I didn't know, I heard you a nerd You the Ops, don't want to hear it So save it for the birds Step up to the party with my squad I be rolling deep, Cash Carti hes a god Yes, and bitch I noticed that I'm hot and you're a thot Father please tell her, cause shes acting like shes not Yo, Yo, I call her little deep throat Freak hoe love me cause I'm egotistical Get naked got an oral fixation Just a lil', lil' more, there's an orgy in the basement Blunt skin face bitch, liquor getting chased with Grand Marnier F*** off band all day Online, amazon. yeah she an amazonian M's still in zone six no matter fuc*** zone we in No matter fuc*** zone we in, bitch its zone six Light skin shawty yup, you know i got the mix You never should of tried [?] with the shits He ran up on the mob and then he caught the fuc*** lick Yeah, drip, drip, drip, now that bitch is so sick And she still tryna flex again, on the whole clique Shes on the Ops dick, then shes on the gangs dick Had to show her what was good, when she was on my mains dick Oh my god there goes that fake ass bitch with her mob Oh my god i've been listening to your music Can you please sign my titties Yo, you didn't f*** with me before You didn't f*** with me then, I don't f*** with you now Bitch your faker than your attitude, new eyebrows Petty bitches, now that's something that I don't allow Your boyfriends favorite, used to eat the cat so great meow Aight, aight, aight, bet, start acting up pu*** put him in check Start rackin' up so I fuc*** off his check Fuc*** off his check, now that niggas in debt Got a new bitch, but he can't erect Cause my eyes are too bomb, he got post traumatic stress Wrecked his Lexus then next the stage, left Too damn wet, while a bitch two-step Neck so good, miss me, have we never met I'll make you feel nice ni***, you ain't got to sweat Chilling with your man, yeah he my brand new ex Send his ass back to you, fuc*** up, he need a vet Yo, Yo, I call her little deep throat Freak hoe love me cause I'm egotistical Get naked got an oral fixation Just a lil', lil' more, there's an orgy in the basement Blunt skin face bitch, liquor getting chased with Grand Marnier F*** off band all day Online, amazon. yeah she an amazonian M's still in zone six no matter fuc*** zone we in
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