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Lyrics
[Chorus] I'm tryna fuck you not love you Don't want you to get in your feelings If we gon fuck in the party I want everybody to hear it I could tell that you wanna fuck me I could tell by the way that you staring I want you to ride it, just like you drive it with the automatic steering The way that she wiling the way that she crying, she bout to cum I can hear it If we being honest, lil mama the finest, the type of girl I wanna marry She know she got it, that pussy popping I don't gotta call up Mary The way that she wax it, that shit was Brazilian she do not do the hairy [Verse] She don't got plans I told her come over She do not drank she said she a smoker So trеat my dick just like a ruler That pussy was fresh it don't got no odor Hеr ex gotta keep it pushing like a stroller, tss Can I bend you over? She already know I pray to the Slizzy God like Jehovah If I cannot have you, I'ma be mad boo, I don't want no one, ay It feel like I have to, I gotta have you, like damn [Chorus] I'm tryna fuck you not love you Don't want you to get in your feelings If we gon fuck in the party I want everybody to hear it I could tell that you wanna fuck me I could tell by the way that you staring I want you to ride it, just like you drive it with the automatic steering The way that she wiling the way that she crying, she bout to cum I can hear it If we being honest, lil mama the finest, the type of girl I wanna marry She know she got it, that pussy popping I don't gotta call up Mary The way that she wax it, that shit was Brazilian she do not do the hairy [Outro] You not seein' all that shit they sayin' on Twitter Same flow, or the same beat, the same song I don't wanna know what they gon' say when this shit drop Dem dead water Danny, don't let none of them niggas we don't know in the session no more, you heard? Real shit, this shit private for real, for real Danny, I'm proud of you, nigga, I see you take this shit from the basement to the whole motherfuckin' universe, boy Yeah, tellin' you New York 'pon lock Which New York City, whole world 'pon lock Universe 'pon lock All 'pon, all, all the alien them want to be Slizzy They go, they go up to Saturn, them have Slizzy alien Yo, Slizzy minizzy Everything's izzy Up top, bro god Rrrps, rrrrps, rrrrrps, rrrrrps
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Credits
- Writers
- Whereis22
- Cash Cobain