Correction Paroles One two par Rich the Kid

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Paroles

Keep your space
If you can't, stay up in your place
Get the f**k (huh)
Out my face, b*t*h you in the way
Truthfully (What's up?)
I just might f**k your b*t*h today
Close your eyes (ya dig)
Open up, suck this d**k today
And I'm riding downtown with your b*t*h in an Audi
If you tell me to go get him, I got him
Saucin' like Rex b*t*h you know I be stylin'
She say she wanna come party, now she off a bean
And the Perc', yeah, these b*t*hes be wildin'
I want the top 'cause I know she got mileage
Come get yo b*t*h, 'cause she actin' too childish
One, two
Who the f**k is you, b*t*h?
Three, four
Come and get yo ho, b*t*h
Five, six
Suck a n***a d**k, b*t*h
Seven, eight
How that d**k taste, b*t*h?
Chop chop
Pull up on the block like pop pop, ooh
Hop hop, party gon' jump like hopscotch, ooh
Drop top, f**k a lil' b*t*h then swap, swap, ooh
Knock knock, shut the f**k up b*t*h, stop, stop, ooh
I'm the sh*t, f**k a job, I ain't clockin' sh*t
Booted up (hm), heavy metal, b*t*h I'm off the sh*ts
Come here baby (huh), eat me up like some chocolate
Middle fingers (huh), f**k 12, they not stoppin' sh*t
One, two
Who the f**k is you, b*t*h?
Three, four
Come and get yo ho, b*t*h
Five, six
Suck a n***a d**k, b*t*h
Seven, eight
How that d**k taste, b*t*h?
Thanks Ugly God, thanks Ugly God
Thanks Ugly God, thanks Ugly God

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