Ay it cost to live like this you here me
Treat them like a suitcase pack them up
I don't really trust these bitches gotta wrap it up
She off that casa migos she acting up
Shake that ass yeah clap it up
You gone let a nigga smack or what
Like a calculator bitch we finna add it up
Matter of fact bitch shake something
Her pussy wet I'm finna buss on her lace frontal
Put the dick on her tongue she trying taste something
She said it hit different yeah when the Jaay on her
All my niggas on go ain't gotta say nothing
Rubbеr band man bitch you know the pape coming
If it ain't bout money I don't еven care
Fuck for the one time put her legs in the air
Beat it like a snare
One hand on frontal other one pulling hair
I'm trying beat it like a opp I'm not playing fair
I'ma make her say woo like Rick Flair
Man hope I hope this rap shit payoff
Her head weak she got fired on her day off
I can't see broke niggas like I'm Ray Charles
Beat the pussy from the back knock her lace off
I'm in a hellcat and she put the cat on me
Do you hear that the pussy sound like macaroni
Bitch I do it big like the fat homie
I'm in my bag I walk around with these racks on me
I'm the Ase Child I keep it one eleven
I want give a bitch my heart I'm not Kevin
I blam once now she think she in heaven
Rip the pussy now we need a medic
She like to suck dick when she high
Pass her the wood and tell her hurry up and buy
Oh she bad and she tatted on her thigh
She wanna fuck I can see it in her eyes
I'm going dumb I'm finna hit her from the side
I feel like Boosie throw that pussy on a live
Do that one dance
I got her legs in the air
Like the Jump Man
Do that one dance
I got her legs in the air
Like the Jump Man
Do that one dance
I got her legs in the air
Like the Jump Man
Do that one dance
I got her legs in the air
Like the Jump Man
Gang
Ay it cost to live like this you hear me
Treat them like a suitcase pack them up
I don't really trust these bitches gotta wrap it up
She off that casa migos she acting up
Shake that ass yeah clap it up
You gone let a nigga smack or what
Like a calculator bitch we finna add it up
Matter of fact bitch shake something
Her pussy wet I'm finna buss on her lace frontal
Put the dick on her tongue she trying taste something
She said it hit different yeah when the Jaay on her
All my niggas on go ain't gotta say nothing
Rubbеr band man bitch you know the pape coming
If it ain't bout money I don't еven care
Fuck for the one time put her legs in the air
Beat it like a snare
One hand on frontal other one pulling hair
I'm trying beat it like a opp I'm not playing fair
I'ma make her say woo like Rick Flair
Man hope I hope this rap shit payoff
Her head weak she got fired on her day off
I can't see broke niggas like I'm Ray Charles
Beat the pussy from the back knock her lace off
I'm in a hellcat and she put the cat on me
Do you hear that the pussy sound like macaroni
Bitch I do it big like the fat homie
I'm in my bag I walk around with these racks on me
I'm the Ase Child I keep it one eleven
I want give a bitch my heart I'm not Kevin
I blam once now she think she in heaven
Rip the pussy now we need a medic
She like to suck dick when she high
Pass her the wood and tell her hurry up and buy
Oh she bad and she tatted on her thigh
She wanna fuck I can see it in her eyes
I'm going dumb I'm finna hit her from the side
I feel like Boosie throw that pussy on a live
Do that one dance
I got her legs in the air
Like the Jump Man
Do that one dance
I got her legs in the air
Like the Jump Man
Do that one dance
I got her legs in the air
Like the Jump Man
Do that one dance
I got her legs in the air
Like the Jump Man
Gang
Ay it cost to live like this you hear me
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