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Noah Grayson Bayless
Noah Grayson Bayless
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Lyrics

She gone shake that ass for her books paid Yea She knew what it was Had to check her off my list Fucked her on a friday You bought that bitch some roses she choking on this dick I used to try to save them hoes Ended up heartbroken with a pocket full of shit Promoter want me at the shows Need my money counted out don't be short a fucking cent Yea I ain't no simp nigga All this profit in my pocket no percent nigga Made it happen driving in the rain with tints nigga God sat me down and said its time to get these m's nigga You call that bitch your wife i call her for the night Blowing up my phone lolo get this pussy right Yea Know just what i like Pull me in grip it tight Baby got that type of head that make you put her on a flight Flew her to the ville she wanna see wassup wit it Five percent around my windows you can't see what's up in it Casamigos and some freak hoes ima take a dive in it Quater tank of gwop exotics got me stuck in high spirits Yea Baby cuz you fucking with a p Aint no lying ima only state facts That's a fact That's a Yea Turnt a college girl into a stripper put the money up and she gone bring it back Bring it back nigga yea She gone shake that ass for her books paid Yea She knew what it was Had to check her off my list Fucked her on a friday You bought that bitch some roses she choking on this dick I used to try to save them hoes Ended up heartbroken with a pocket full of shit Promoter want me at the shows Need my money counted out don't be short a fucking cent
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