Lyrics: Elizabeth Eden Harris/DaShanti Smith/Justin Harris/Mohead Mike
I'ma put this p***y on him (mh)
Come and put that d**k up on me (mh)
I'ma put this p***y on him
I ain't gon' say no word
I know you **** with my lil' homie
Okay, so I put that p***y on him
Nasty b***h, bend it over
Smile while I show it
He asked me whose it is
He paying bills
But he don't own it
I let him chew the cat
After that, I leave him lonely (ha)
Ayy, bad b***h, steppin' with her hair done
P***y smell like Baccarat
Boy, you know you want some
Wrap my legs around you
Boy, you know you can't run
All about a money bag
TT got her bands up
Gimme all that nut
Lemme' feel it drip, down my throat
Double D cups, touch 'em in your face
Like they 'bout to make a toast
I got the power, all in the p***y
I ain't talkin' TV show nor a host
But I got Tommy Eager to **** a b***h
That could make his d**k go ghost
You could do better, **** me harder
Give up the kids, dead beat father
Plug that b***h deep in my walls
Give me that long iPhone charger
Dribble them balls like Coach Carter
P***y in public then it's charter
If I'm ****in' you then that D
Automatically get a W like Arthur
Insert that d**k, tell a nigga shush
Hold my head give me that push
Twat so good send him home to his girl
Now he lookin' at her like, b***h you my sis'
He lick the cherry
Man he like it hairy
Man you either dumb or you high off the kush
He could spend dead presidents all day
But the p***y ain't n***r growing out George Bush
**** that S on you chest
Draw that S on my tongue
He said, how the **** I'm gon' draw it
I said, "Baby, with yo' cum"
Not a wimp with that d**k
Better knock me out my lungs
And I n***r needed no lube
Bless it in with Vuittons
P***y it wet, 'cause you making it rain
Yeah, yo' deep pockets is what I'ma blame
Money heist him all the way til' he came
The d**k just shot up the bank of Spain
The head ain't good then b***h, "I'm leaving"
This ain't no mother****ing even exchange
I cut a nigga off in the middle of the head
Look like a b***h made of Chinese bangs, ya
Ayy, bad b***h, steppin' with her hair done
P***y smell like Baccarat
Boy, you know you want some
Wrap my legs around you
Boy, you know you can't run
All about a money bag
TT got her bands up
I'ma put this p***y on him (mh)
Come and put that d**k up on me (mh)
I'ma put this p***y on him
I ain't gon' say no word
I know you **** with my lil' homie
Brrr, run it up!
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