Didn’t Close My Window

Lyrics
[Intro] Ey yo, man, let's hop on this real quick Man, it's hogan [Chorus] I didn't even close my window Hop on this track real quick, hee She coming over by want some dick Real quick Fuck her in her mouth Till she get real sick She hanging over now I think it is the crowd She really wanna fuck me Hanging over on the couch She really wanna fuck me Her hand on my crouch She really gonna suck it You know what I'm bout Yua, ye I go deep Ye, you will see [Verse 1] I really gotta fight all my enemies They really try to come through I hit them with my punch, uh If you try to diss me imma front you I can also flex imma huncho I could also shoot with my gun too But if I had one I wouldn't choosе to I'm lightin up the tnt go boom boom And I'm flexing Nikes what my shoе do I twist my own hair that my hair do And if I miss you bae, I really text you Pop a nigga bitch yea I'm always pistols Nigga be crying yea I'm givin him a tissue He ain't looking fine what my fist do We connected just in time watcha gone do [Chorus] I didn't even close my window Hop on this track real quick, hee She coming over by want some dick Real quick Fuck her in her mouth Till she get real sick She hanging over now I think it is the crowd She really wanna fuck me Hanging over on the couch She really wanna fuck me Her hand on my crouch She really gonna suck it You know what I'm bout [Verse 2] You try to write imma erase it You say you fast then imma race ya I'm dodging shots call me faker I'm nearly perfect no mistakes ya Always high cause I bake up And I'm gettin strong cause I ate up I hit it from the front and the back I see you using pistols get a strap You think you been so lucky with yo cap I say I got good rap That always with no cap Asking all these pussies bout a collab They don't wanna really be with hogan They say no, wow why we always bro then I can tell you I'm the chosen [Chorus] I didn't even close my window Hop on this track real quick, hee She coming over by want some dick Real quick Fuck her in her mouth Till she get real sick She hanging over now I think it is the crowd She really wanna fuck me Hanging over on the couch She really wanna fuck me Her hand on my crouch She really gonna suck it You know what I'm bout
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- Hogan The Young