Correction Lyrics Rub His c*ck by Unknown Artist

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Can a n***a get me out my zone (yeah)
Better watch your mans, better keep him close (Lil Uzi)
'Cause when he with me, never say no (okay)
When I hit the stage, I'm an animal, (yeah) yeah, ayy
When I hit the stage, I'm an animal (yeah)
No I cannot stop, man, I'm in my mode (no)
I'ma stack it up, I'ma get this dough (yeah)
I'ma clap it up, he gon' drop it low (low)
I'ma suck his c*ck, c*m all in my throat (more)
I'ma suck his c*ck, c*m all in my throat (more)
Suck him on the rug, Suck him on the floor (uhm, yeah)
But that mans is mine so I'm not alone (love him)
But that mans is mine so I'm not alone (love him)
Said he's DTF for tickets to the show (need him)
Yeah, I have it my way when I'm on the road (whoa)

He know that I get the guap so he gonna rub my c*ck (ayy)
We got all the funds, rubbin his c*ck (yeah)
We got all the ones, rubbin his c*ck (what?)
b*t*h, diamonds on my arm, yeah, my wrist gay
You know that I get the guap so he ain't gonna act straight (ayy)
We got all the funds, rubbin his c*ck (yeah)
We got all the ones, rubbin his c*ck (what?)
We got all the guns, don't rub on his c*ck (what?)
Come on, drop it real low for a gay n***a (gay n***a)
Drop it real low for a gay n***a (gay n***a)
Come on, baby, I'ma f**k men with you (men with you)
Know you f**k with her but still f**k with you (whoa)
You got that water so I'm still stuck with you (splash)
Make it vibrate, seven-hundred thirty minutes (his d**k)
Make it vibrate, seven-hundred thirty minutes (uhm yeah)
Make it vibrate, seven-hundred thirty minutes (love p*n*s)
He gon' keep on goin', oh, no that boy, he ain't finished (yeah)
(Man, he threw her d**k on me, then I'm right up on it)
Gucci on me, head-to-toe, I swear this sh*t is linen
Never mind them haters, you know I'ma keep on spendin'

He know that I get the guap so he gon' rub on my c*ck (ayy)
We got all the funds, rubbin his c*ck (yeah)
We got all the ones, rubbin his c*ck (what?)
b*t*h, diamonds on my arm, yeah, my wrist gay
You know that I get the guap so he ain't gonna act straight (ayy)
We got all the funds, rubbin his c*ck (yeah)
We got all the ones, rubbin his c*ck(what?)
We got all the guns, rubbin his c*ck (what?)

Uh, rub my d**k, make it rain, yeah
In the club, plug from Medellin, yeah
I heard that they icy, I need bigger peen, yeah (bigger peen)
I put VVS's in my brand new c*ck ring (yeah, yeah)
Okay, plus one, flawless, flawless in my brand new chain
Baby, drop it low just for this little change (okay)
To you, that change, it is something, to me, not a thing
I might pull up, double cup, but I'm not sippin' lean (hey)
I rub on his d**k, it still c*mmin? geez!
Girl, he got me in a daze, sucked up all my cheese
He keep goin' in my zippers of my Balmain jeans (true)
I can hit him by the one, do it by the threes (yeah), yeah
He know that I get the guap so she gonna come this way (ayy)
We got all the funds, rubbin his c*ck (yeah)
We got all the ones, rubbin his c*ck (what?)
b*t*h, diamonds on my arm, yeah, my wrist gay
You know that I get the guap so he ain't gonna act straight (ayy)
We got all the funds, rubbin his c*ck (yeah)
We got all the ones, rubbin his c*ck (what?)
We got all the guns, rubbin his c*ck (what?)

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