Fuck, fuck
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Fuck, fuck it up, fuckin' up your lace front
She gon' throw it back tonight, lil' mama can't run
She done dropped a couple pounds, now you can't front
Pretty face, waist, ass, yeah
Fuck it up, fuckin' up your lace front
She gon' throw it back tonight, lil' mama can't run
She done dropped a couple pounds, now you can't front
Pretty face, waist, ass, yeah
Oh, she a dog with that shit (Roof)
Got me on a leash, shorty need a collar for my dick, ayy
I'm fuck it 'til it ain't no walls in that bitch
When I throw it on you, baby, make her tell it like a ['Cedes?]
Oh, she a dog with that shit (Woof, damn, fuck)
Come here, baby, let me get your number right quick
I be walkin' in and fuckin' up the summer and shit
When she walk in herе, she get to dun-dun-dunin' in this shit
Dropped thе cash out my bag go to thumbin' this shit
Bitch, I don't, I gotta, I don't wanna, bitch, I'm definitely rich
I paid your airfare for you 'cause definitely lit
Pretty face, waist, ass, yeah
Fuck, fuck it up, fuckin' up your lace front
She gon' throw it back tonight, lil' mama can't run
She done dropped a couple pounds, now you can't front
Pretty face, waist, ass, yeah
Fuck it up, fuckin' up your lace front
She gon' throw it back tonight, lil' mama can't run
She done dropped a couple pounds, now you can't front
Pretty face, waist, ass, yeah
I'm a big timer nigga, yeah, don't forget it, yeah
That mean I'ma fuck if she all in my city, yeah
You a broke nigga, don't fuck with me, yeah
You a broke bitch, you might still get the dick
Ayy, pretty face, waist, ass, why I'm fuckin' with you
I said, "Fuck that nigga" 'cause I'm fuckin' richer
He got a Richard Mille, nigga, fuck Richard
I'll be damned if I buy a leather bag for my hand, I'm drunk
Oh yeah, you gon' sleep after we fuck but I don't know where
I go deep in her tree trunk, I fuck, no care
Then I ah, skeet, skeet, skeet, skeet, skeet in your hair
Fuck, fuck it up, fuckin' up your lace front
She gon' throw it back tonight, lil' mama can't run
She done dropped a couple pounds, now you can't front
Pretty face, waist, ass, yeah
Fuck it up, fuckin' up your lace front
She gon' throw it back tonight, lil' mama can't run
She done dropped a couple pounds, now you can't front
Pretty face, waist, ass, yeah
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