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pochette album All that
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You know i love you like cooked food,
Im a good dude
Lets hit the roscoes on pico, im in a hood mood
I'm sittin here thinkin bout all the things i could do
So what you should do is
Play your position for berkin bags, we poppin tags
Her shoe game sick,
We drinkin ace out of red bottles
True gang shit,
Fuck with me and youre famous
Kanye'd my bitch, now shes away from the nameless
Camera flashes from strangers, turn a range to a manger
Jesus piece on the plate
Yea my baby an angel
Fell straight up out of heaven into what we into
Who knew wed grew into, whatever we into
Thats too much for your mental so we snapback that
Game on point like the stripes on my
Gucc backpack
My ladybug, yea she cool like that
In them trues, why you move like that
You know my lady always on
She know i need it so
She know she can get
All that, all that, all that, all that, all that
My lady got me going
Im where she already knows
She knows she can get
All that, all that, all that
Pussy feel like a haven
We can make babies, lets be creative
She say leave them tricks alone but im a skater
I love her like her daddy, told her no man would
I got a lot of bad bitches, she the only one good
I got her flowers for nothing, she smiling and blushing
If i dont answer my phone, then we probably fucking, ya
She love my tattoos
Aint got no room for her name but imma make room
She let her hair down, we have a stare down
She said im glad you ate it, where my cap & gown?
Told her i can be your chauffeur, dick like a limo
Multiple orgasms,
Thats my m.o
Redbone pretty
I kiss her from her titty to her clitty
Look, my girls sweet like my hotel floor
From where they ran through more keys than a hotel door
Indeed, give her the d now the whole hotel know
Feel like im looking down from heaven screaming oh, hell no!
When you hop on top, girl, thats what it feel like
She always had a player back like them field lights
And every time i left it aint feel right
Cheated on her and she stayed,
Thats just real life
Cause its hard when you aint on the same coast
Burning bread in the club so all these girls want toast
Hoes try and wave but we aint on the same boat
They trying to sink everything that we made float
She told me bout her ex man, her old boy stories
And how she had a dildo, you know, toy stories
Dont fuck her on her period, aint into horror stories
I take her to my favorite restaurant, she order for me
Cause she know me
(outro: fabolous)
Im feeling your style
Im loving your swag
I like how your jeans fit
Youre killing that bag
You working them heels
Your diamonds are real
You give me the chills, girl

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