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Ayy, ayy

Ayy, suck my di*k, all of my drip
n*gga in spite, he f*ck wit' a b*tch from the city who pretty and litty
He suck on the titty like, uh
I want you suckin' and comin', come f*ck when you get me right, uh
I want the head and no headache, I fly out to Paris like, yeah

Mile high club on the jet be like (Woo)
Open up the Birkin, new prototype (Woo)
And a b*tch been bad, n*gga, f*ck a hype (b*tch, are you dumb?)
Ooh, heard I'm from Harlem, he all on my body (All on my body)
Ooh, Dominican shawty, he callin' me mami (Callin' me mami)
Ooh, he spendin' a bag so I'm callin' him papi (Spendin' a bag)
Ooh, I'm just a blueprint, your b*tch is a copy
Ooh, b*tch, who flow like this? (b*tch)
Who lit? Who glow like this? (Huh?)
Who miss? Who hit? (Huh?) Who blow like this?
Who hop out the whip and drip like this? (Yeah, uh)
b*tch, who flow like this? (b*tch)
Who lit? Who glow like this? (Huh?)
Who miss? Who hit? (Huh?) Who blow like this?
Who hop out the whip and drip like this?
Ass fat, I got him fantasizin'
And he dumb rich, give him the pus*y and tranquilize him, uh
Is you dumb, b*tch? Don't need a n*gga, could live without him, uh
Money be comin' in, b*tch, I'm in love with a shotta too, man I come
Uh, a po tu si, yo no
Y si me porto mal lo hago encima 'el comedor
Y el se cree que el es malo pero soy peor
El tiene cuero pero no como la mujeron

Ayy, suck my di*k, all of my drip
n*gga in spite, he f*ck wit' a b*tch from the city who pretty and litty
He suck on the titty like, uh
I want you suckin' and comin', come f*ck when you get me right, uh
I want the head and no headache, I fly out to Paris like

Let's go
I want a b*tch who gon' suck it and f*ck it
Ain't up for discussion, just do what I say (Yeah)
Her n*gga runnin' her down but don't notice she made for the streets, he should throw her away
No, I ain't givin' my di*k to a b*tch for the free
I'm a hustler, she gotta pay (She gotta pay)
I get the fast cash through the Cash App (Cash)
You don't like it then go 'bout your day (Go 'bout your day)
She settin' trends, she don't ever follow (Yeah)
That girl so bad, hopin' that she model (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Got a n*gga feelin' like he won the lotto
She don't spit it out, no, she only swallow
Mamacita so freaky (Freaky)
But she ain't in the mood (She ain't in the mood)
I can't f*ck with no nice b*tches on sympathy, I like 'em rude
Or it's bye, b*tch (Bye)

Ayy, suck my di*k, all of my drip
n*gga in spite, he f*ck wit' a b*tch from the city who pretty and litty
He suck on the titty like, uh
I want you suckin' and comin', come f*ck when you get me right, uh
I want the head and no headaches, I fly out to Paris like

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