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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeBugatti (Feat. Boo)
Microphone check, I still don't hear my micOh yeah I do, yeah I doUh, don't be lookin' for no donationsYou get dick then reservationsI get pussy then hibernationI start humpin' soon as I wake upI woke up in some new punani, yeahHe woke up bleedin' like "who shot me? ", yeahI kept shootin', boo said "you got 'em"Now all we gotta do is get rid of the bodyBut anyway I woke up in some new punaniI was drunk as a bitchDrunk as a bitch, but not drunk as the bitchI got in that shit, acted donkey in itJunk in her trunk, hope my trunk can fitAnd she jumped on my dick like a monkey and shitMonkey see monkey do, banana clipsShoot at them niggas, no camera glitchWax that ass, no candles litAnd I roll with some killers, I eat with the mobGot some shit built up, I keep it insideRed in my eyes, mount everest highLook dead in my eyes, see death in my eyesThe tech on my thigh and my aim so goodI could shoot a fly or a bull in the eyeAll bullshit aside, a nigga almost died but I'm outcheaFuck around with a real nigga and get murkedI been paid my dues, will I get reimbursed?I love it when she make faces, pussy feel like vacationEat it like I'm dyin' of starvationI'm at the finish line, her heart racin'Give her to fuke if she caucasianMy niggas wild as jumanjiYou can call me an s. o. bCause it's skateboards over bugattisI used to be at them heatGames with better seats than pat rileyDon't stop, pop that, don't stop, pop that ollyTunechinSippin' on dumb, puffin' a jMet her tonight, fuck her todayYou tuck her away, I'm fuckin' her faceWine head, she guzzling grapesBack shots, I'm holding her waistFreaky, I always freakYou know tune my bro, but he ain't tryna meet yaJust bring your friend, both of us will eat herHater niggas be hungry, got a hundred shots to feed 'emHer panties are down, her legs is upWe finally fucked, she starved for monthsDon't give a fuck, still I'll hitNever no feelings, no love for these hoesNo flowers were sent, but we fucked in the rolls, hahaNo flowers were sent, but we fucked in the rolls... royce, trickNow they mad, I told they wasBitches will be lying, I did the sameFar from a square, don't mistake me for lamesShe's suckin' me off, I'm pokin' her brainShe tell me keep goin', I'm doin' my thingThat pussy so wet, I'm calling it rainI'm giving her hundreds, she's keeping my changeI keep it a hundred, you do the sameMost women front, but who do you blame?I gave you dick, you gave me pussySafe to say it's an even exchangeBitchDon't be givin' out informationYou know niggas still on probationI get higher than expectationsYou know this is the dedicationI'm on that kush, she on that molly, yeahI turn that pussy to dasani, yeahShout out my nigga luca brasiI don't know this hoe, so I must dash, no disguisesTunechi, I had to dedication 5 itWhat up five?
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