Correction Paroles Kay par Tokyo Jetz

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Don't you forget it, you should be mindin' yo business
Don't worry bout what you be hearin'
Don't ask no questions bout who I be f*ckin', it's nothing
Don't let that type of shit get you worried
Don't need attention, they riding for clout
Just did a show, got a whole new amount
Just had a son, put him in a new house
With a maid and a trust and a brand new account, Kay
You speaking on me, bitch I do what I want
This p*ssy his plate, he gon' clean all his corners
Call him whenever, I want it, I get it
While you at home texting him saying it's tension, damn
I f*ck with bitches that want it
I f*ck with bitches that get it
You f*ck with bitches that do it for likes
And the hype and be broke off the gram bitch you trippin'
Ask how I'm doing, I tell her I'm straight
Back out the country, I'm prolly with bae
Get in this p*ssy, he say it's a lake
While you saving hoes it should come with a cape
Ain't about motion, I need me a fatty
Pulling my hair I be calling him daddy
St-St stuttering, say what you mean
Pretty, no titties, deposit on C's

Show me the money, I'm robbing the bank
Hoes getting mad cause I did what they can't
I'm getting sleepy and you getting boring
p*ssy so good, tryna give me a daughter
I ask him bout it he tell me it's water
You gon' need napkins right after yo order, Kay
Pretty lil bitch and I'm paid, Kay

I need a bag I ain't do it for clout
You in the comments, you hype from a couch
Ain't worried bout bitches with no car and no job and a room in a house, ha
Hey lil Amir, I guess he left it in
Gave him a trust that don't come with no limit
Worried bout who I let have it, or you more concerned I ain't letting you get it, oh
I can't go back to the bottom
I like my niggas with no baby mamas
Less she stay in place and don't give me no drama
Ain't fighting nobody my 9 like Osama
He call me sugar, this p*ssy is sweet
He eat it all, from the top to my feet
Don't need no spit p*ssy, do what it should, say
If he don't moan, it ain't good, Kay
If he ain't packin' I'm leaving him right where he standing and that's automatic, Kay
I might go f*ck on a Heisman receiver
All at his games, in his jersey supportin'
I might just go make a movie, while I put it on him and let him record it, Kay
I make him sang like he Lucci
When he get inside it he out till the morning, ha

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