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lirik lagu m!lf city – down6

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(verse 1)
if we talkin characters, i main in every episode/
fl!ck a little wrist and get my chedda, then im out the door/ (doe)
rip apart the sheets, you know im gonna hit it head to toe/
d*ck, gonna make there f*ckin head explode/
hoe’s are back, smelling axe, like a f*ckin lumber jack
throw it back, counting racks, bigger b*tches are a snack
counteract, all the flags, pick up on her man’s slack
red flags fill their marriage, take them to cul*de*sac
out the civic, thеy already tryna cop a feel
couldn’t make it to the door, wе f*ckin in the four wheel
pushing through the thick walls, like im david copperfield
attire on dirty floor, they a full course meal
big b*tch in her fifties, j size in the titties
welcome to milf city, every lane real litty
h*lla warm, lil witty, told the wh0re, “name is nicky”
both of us, kinda hippies, rolling up, lil tipsy
kinda nice, we were talkin til the sun rise
baby im a step dad, f*ck a hoe twice
met yo mother at the club, yeah you know why?
she was running from a marriage, where his d*ck dont work right

(bridge)
run it back x2 for a real one
shawty need dollar signs, what’s ya deal son?
run it back x2 for a real one
milf city motherf*cker, leave ya real stunned
(hook x2)
run it back x2 do it my way
run it back x2 on the highway
run it back x2 flip it sideways
run it back lil momma it’s a friday
when you run it back, make the wallet doin laps
what you say? run it back, wasn’t catching that
when you run it back, best believe im coming back
run it back, eat it up, yeah yo b*tch a snack

(verse 2)
gotta little b*tch, shaking ass in the bas*m*nt
back it up slow, she gon ask, “can i taste it?”
southern accent so her dad probably racist
choke a b*tch out with her own purple laces
back it up x2, show me all yo cake b*tch
b*tches on a pole, stacked up, it’s the wave b*tch
imma hit the whip, then i nae, on their hit list
can’t take a soul, stone cold, im a snake b*tch
one motherf*cker tryna get a lap dance
there’s two motherf*cker’s finna catch a back hand
and three motherf*cker’s chasing hoe’s like pac*man
with four motherf*cker’s throwing*the*money*like mad man
living the life and im up in the club and im having some fun and im gonna be so high
come in the door and kickin a foe when im sippin the hennesy, gon’ fly
all of em go in a panic and running, it’s like im a literal low tide/
man i be taking a hit while im f*ckin yo b*tch and i gotta be so sly
all these cliques off a perc, fancy with them bow ties
local dealer made em sin, church group living hoe life
ain’t promise god sh*t, do not need a d*mn wife
understand the book you praise is wrong, better cut ties
b*tch on a towel, time to open up the flood gates
mustang, still full of women on a monday
must take, them inside to start another fun day
call the babysitter, pay them extra for the gas babe
(bridge)
run it back x2 for a real one
shawty need dollar signs, what’s ya deal son?
run it back x2 for a real one
milf city motherf*cker, leave ya real stunned

(hook x2)
run it back x2 do it my way
run it back x2 on the highway
run it back x2 flip it sideways
run it back lil momma it’s a friday
when you run it back, make the wallet doin laps
what you say? run it back, wasn’t catching that
when you run it back, best believe im coming back
run it back, eat it up, yeah yo b*tch a snack

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