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Getter
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Lyndell Gray
Performer
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Lyndell Gray
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Let that shit ride, son
Yeah
Better pop it, you know what I like
Raah, oohp
Yes Getter
Let's go
Look
I was out chilling with Pablo, I met a little fighter at Cinco de Mayo
She is with three mamacitas, they was all full like 12 margaritas
Now usually I'm thugging, I usually drink honey
But shit yeah tonight is tequila (party)
I'm thinking 'bout Jose Quivo, I get by Julio, how's the year mi amigo?
And no, I don't know too much Spanish
But I'll be goddamned if you think I can't handle it
The way that she talking and rolling her toungue
I just want her to hung while she handle it
I want to be from the back, grab her head
By the sky watch the view while she ride the dick
Then chuck up the douche, yeah I'm out
After fucking all over the house
Fuck her all over the walls, on the floor and I stretch your ass out on the couch
I like 'em nasty and classy
If I fuck her, I own her, I'm daddy (say it)
I got her calling me pappy, thinking first with the cock trying to block me
No I won't lay up, I'll dunk her, I'll spin her my stats
And make her wanna top me
I want the hair with the neck and the side of the drug
Just to show that it's sloppy (run it)
I want your friend to come too but I'll leave that trio up to you
No I'm not average, my dick is like matching my tongue
Consistently work on the click
I'll be dumb-guided and freaky to eat it
And stiffly chew over this stuff to a dick
The way that you fucking my eyes probably one of my size
Come and grab it, don't ask for a pic
You might want to tell your little friends how you feeling for real
'Cause they liking and loving my pics but don't you go giving details
If this ever do fail then your homegirl will fill the position
She said she got her eyes on me the way that she cut him
And made me question her intentions
I'm not a player but don't try to play me
I love me a whore but I need me a lady
Been done got in your feelings, stop swallowing my children
And talking about having a baby
I'll have to cut that ass off then you'll say I'm a dog
Bitch you're wrong I was born in the 80s
No I'm not trippng one bit (one bit)
I don't do that relationship shit at all (no)
No I'm not looking for love (hmm)
I got ex who are looking for drugs
Oh yeah bitch you know that I'm rolling
Like a dirt bike that's gassed up and stolen
You must be kidding me literally if you do not know me
How can you be into me?
So what you think I'm your type or you must be fucking the night?
I ain't go lie if I go the whole nine then my sisters might fuck up your life
And no I can't stay overnight, I won't argue and don't wanna fight
If ever you think it's a game like I'm playing
I won't give you no dick I'm on strike
Peter Piper you know what I like or get your ass cut off the night
Yes Getter
You must be kidding me literally if you do not know me
How can you be into me?
So what you think I'm your type or you must be fucking the night?
You must be kidding me literally if you do not know me
How can you be into me?
So what you think I'm your type or you must be fucking the night?
Fucking the night
Writer(s): Lyndell Gray
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