[Verse 1: Robb Bank$]
Ay.. Who want, girl i know you want it
Fuck you till you get to moaning like.. sure, sure
Ay stop talking girl you know you voice annoying
Tryna pretend we in love, got ya, right where i want ya
You and your friends been talking bout how i put it on ya
Girl proceed with caution your heart might get broken
To all the hoes i never texted back i'm not sorry
Cuz i rather get you hurt before i get caught up
I got syrup poured up, got the fye on tuck
Pussy nigga run up, he gone get done up, suck
You want pressure then it's pressure, nigga say the word
Me and Chris fucking yo bitch passed her, it’s Pou turn
Hit a u-turn in that pussy swerved off
Too gone mane what the fuck these pussy niggas on
And i fucked her on the futon
Pussy nigga run and tell ya bitch we dropped the new song
When i was in the walls boy i left my shoes on
Left ya bitch and my dog got her like Jimmy Neutron
Black clover, leader of the cult for the children
Went head to head in tug a war against Robbin Williams
Veins pump tonic, mouth salvitates hi-tech
Bitch lick my wounds she gone taste tumblr hype
Last of my kind watch me reprising the candle light
Boy your bitch mine watch how i get her right
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