Walking down the party and the bitch just realized Shawty sending texts tryna get my D out I ain’t playing games so we pull the pills out So many bouncy asses so hard to decide No top on the pool I’ma be the patrol See your girl on the floor she can’t stand it no more I might need some water brownies got me on top Still 3 in the morning clock be playin with us Sun on the road drugs be waiting to pop Popcorn shield when I touch you is off Fo foreal is your boyfriend with us Got my .35 just waiting to tote When we on the truck 80 miles on the road No limits, new year and we crashed on a post Okay now we we got a new instagram post All beats lead to that louis vouitton Bounce, titties over my head We know yo’r man hate me Don’t try to pretend Bounce, we keep hitting the bell All night partying and we end in the bed Walking down the party and the bitch just realized Shawty sending texts tryna get my D out I ain’t playing games so we pull the pills out So many bouncy asses so hard to decide Trynna get one down but it’s hard to pick it I might wanna eat you like my precious biscuit I know you be braggind but your girl is different Bouncing so hard that the neighbours listen Staring at your face when I pull my D out Get you tied up and there’s no resistance See you in the morning for another instance Better call your boyfriend tell em you’r my B now Acting is so sexy when you pull your tricks out Keep the head up is all our redoubt Mansions where we live at Flying through our via Bounce, titties over my head We know yo’r man hate me Don’t try to pretend Bounce, we keep hitting the bell All night partying and we end in the bed Walking down the party and the bitch just realized Shawty sending texts tryna get my D out I ain’t playing games so we pull the pills out So many bouncy asses so hard to decide Break it down, party going, haters watching now Got your girl with me what the hell u starring at I can take your girl any places that she likes Maybe ridin on a jet, maybe riding on my lap Jewrly come first, and I see it on your neck She got her daddy’s bentley and I got my new patek She asking where my house at and I’ll tell her she can’t stay She pulling on my strings, puppet felling she got tricks She pull my phone out, trynna get my number But the night is over, and her clout is cumber Anytime she want it, she be coming over Let me tell you something, we can make it longer Bounce, titties over my head We know yo’r man hate me Don’t try to pretend Bounce, we keep hitting the bell All night partying and we end in the bed
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