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Love to Fuck
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Tyga
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Now the lobster don't even have a price next to it It says "Seasoned" So you know what that means A brother gotta pay 28 dollars Uh, house at the top (Top) Party at my spot (Spot) Rottweilers out (Ah) Gotta secure the lot (Lot) Fake niggas out (Bah) Bring them burners out (Bah) And it's word of mouth (Yeah) You always run your mouth (Yeah) Breathin' in the loud Blowin' clouds Hunnid thou' (Yeah) Time is now (Now) We just fuckin' In and out (Pew) I can't love you (Nah) I'm so wild Same time Who gon' be the one to turn you out? Wanna do it 'cause I do it Oh, you funny now? Bitch gettin' on my nerves I just leave the house Now I'm sleepin' at my other bitch house (Ha) Uh, Louis bags on the couch Camouflage with the hunnids Now I'm cummin' in her mouth (Yeah) And if she catch feelings, got a feelin' I'll be out But she cool, so I'm likin' how this shit is turnin' out (Yeah) And she know it's on the low And we both keep it low She got crack, I got dope She the X, I'm the smoke It's like murder on the rope And we on death row And the sex so good It's so hard sayin' no If your nigga found out Then my girl'll kill us both And we both love to fuck And we both love to fuck Yeah, we both love When good ain't good enough And hey, if I get you some lobster and some Moet You know what's happenin' after that We both love to fuck What does happen? We both love to fuck I'm goin' deep-sea diving, haha Uh, take you out the shower (Shower) I call the shots (Shots) I'm the fuckin' boss (Boss) Put you in a loft (Loft) You can get a lot (Yeah) If you play your role (What?) Got you comin' over (What?) Cookin' on the stove These bitches are bold They gon' hate (Fuck 'em) Money talk (Yeah) Bullshit walk They gon' try to fuck it up Tell you I ain't shit Judgin' by my outfit Yeah, I'm the shit Icicle wrist Caught a milli on the lick Same bitches that I hit Still on your list Yeah, I'm God's gift Givin' like I'm Saint Nick (Pew) I'm the ghetto Bill Gates Give me ten years (Yeah) Uh, chop chop when I switch gears Bustin' make her pussy wet Cummin' in the V12 I ain't even put it in Bustin' in your seatbelt Squirtin' on that interior of the 812 (Go) Seashell (Uh) Maybach ill (Go) And it came with the luggage, that is too trill (Trill) Boy, you not a big deal 'til you makin' deals (Deals) And I'm kinda a big deal to keep it real (Ha) Keep your picture in my phone Man, them times is real If you happy with the throne Then just let me live I ain't hidin' I ain't runnin' The way I'm movin' Got you wonderin' When good ain't good enough Yeah, you know you right 'cause my dick is only two inches From the ground We both love to fuck And she know it's on the low And we both keep it low She got crack, I got dope She the X, I'm the smoke It's like murder on the rope And we on death row And the sex so good It's so hard sayin' no
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