Other team, man.
You know what I'm saying?
March, man.
Looking for it.
It's like every time we * we break in head boys even fly.
Give me quickies even when I'm on tour.
I got a stripping out of Christian Dior's and she can't get enough.
So she always want more.
She tight in the head is right.
So always let little mama spend the night.
I take on shopping spree.
She my top model.
Coke shaped bottle and she even swallow.
I love my whole swag and her company too.
I call her my bitch.
I don't call her my boo.
In the bedroom, she make that booty clap clap.
When I hit it from the back,
I love the way she throw it back.
I hit it slow.
It's slow.
Speed it up.
Speed it up.
She addicted because the way I beat it up,
beat it up.
That pussy good girl.
I must confess that I feel like your pussy the best.
That girl.
Good mommy.
I can't front.
I'm a beat it up.
None smoke another blunt.
That girl.
Good girl.
I must confess that it raining in the
panties because that pearl soaking wet.
That girl.
Good mommy.
I can't front.
I'm a beat it up.
None smoke another blunt.
That girl.
Good girl.
I must confess.
Got it raining in the panties because that pearl soaking wet.
Now you can't tell me.
I'm a go get a got a go get a bitch.
She just like me.
Mommy, let us stay fresh.
And she ain't getting money than my bitch.
Cash and chase her pussy.
So what?
I beat it up when I hit it.
She come back to back.
She loved when I made it catch my bitch
in the latest Gucci purse with the magic
kicks,
keep her hair done and her nails match her outfit.
She think in the thighs.
I'm mesmerized by my bitch.
Don't cheat.
I ain't never got a lie.
When I was locked down,
she was always around soon as I touched down.
Yes, she always hold me down.
She the type to take a nigga from a bucket to a band.
And it's us against the world because we don't got friends.
And we hustle all day because we try to get in.
Staring at the world through my Cartier lens.
That program.
I mean, I came from.
I'm a beat it up.
None smoke another blunt.
That girl.
Good girl.
I must confess.
Got it raining in the panties because that pearl soaking wet.
That girl.
Good mommy.
I can't front.
I'm a beat it up.
None smoke another blunt.
That girl.
Good girl.
I must confess.
Got it raining in the panties because that pearl soaking wet.
She always telling me she need me.
She my ride or die.
She ain't never gonna leave me.
That girl so good.
You got me.
She says she ain't complete without me.
Without me and her ride together.
She with me.
I go to jail.
She get the bill to come get me.
Get me.
I'm staring at a smile and I'm all style.
I really miss my bitch.
I ain't seen her in a while.
And we'll never fight.
We cupcake.
She put it on me.
I'm drained from all the love making.
She's trying to be my baby mama.
I'm really feeling her.
I let her be my mama.
Her dad on the front.
Say my name and we type for life.
We ain't never going to change every time.
My *,
I'm creaming in that and I'm pulling
her hair when I hit it from the back.
That broke good mommy.
I came from.
I'm a beat it up.
None smoke another blunt.
That pearl good girl.
I must confess.
Got it raining in the panties.
So can we?
Can we get a girl?
Get a girl that broke good girl.
I must confess.
Girl, I feel like your pussy to pass.
That pussy good girl.
I must confess.