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slow - rmc mike, tiera santoya & jiggs ent lyrics

[intro: rmc mike]
coach me, joey (smokey tryna smoke a n*gga)
ayy

[verse 1: rmc mike]
she gon’ f*ck me on my back with it
pulled up fine as f*ck, she wasn’t catfishin’
yeah, we do the 69, i might half miss it
swear the p*ssy so good, had me backflippin’
she a freaky lil’ b*tch, i wanna do somethin’
she ain’t ask for no pape’, i left a few hundred
this b*tch a thousand horsepower, this a new hummer
i been tryna f*ck with her for a few summers
caressin’ on her body, do it nice and slow
i can make her water bust like a pipe explode
she a boss b*tch, i ain’t f*ckin’ with no triflin’ ho
i’m tryna get deep in that p*ssy, makе her bite the floor
hmm, i’m a work in progrеss, take me as is
b*tch, i got dog sh*t and i ain’t had kids
build a b*tch body up, she look half big
my love better than that check that you ’bout to cash in
and i’m all in with it, i ain’t playin’ ’bout you
you gotta know i’m the one, got your friends vouchin’
we can build this sh*t together, need a hand out you
and they’ll never understand how i’m layin’ ’bout you
[interlude: tiera santoya]
n*gga

[verse 2: tiera santoya]
i need a cuban before we link
red bottoms, white diamonds, p*ssy pink
f*ck you in a g5, ain’t sh*t ’bout me cheap
pretty cold b*tch, lil’ n*gga, i deserve a mink
no makeup, a ten in the face
shaped like an eight, plus i get ate, huh
the way i ride the d*ck, he bussin’ like a drac’
no español, f*ckin’ on the plug in saint*tropez
can’t get my attention ‘less he givin’ chicken
p*ssy grippin’, can you stand the rain? new edition
shoot the club up like a yn on a mission
make you come and spend money my favorite position
you ain’t never had a boss b*tch turn you out
i’ll bust your d*ck down and your wrist down
need a crib on a lake before i play house
he got m’s in the bank if i call him my spouse
i like my n*gga rich and from the hood
bad b*tch, i’m waist deep, meagan good
singin’ on the d*ck like i’m jordyn woods
behind my n*gga, it’s whatever, wish a b*tch would

[interlude: jiggs ent]
hold on
[verse 3: jiggs ent]
he got on rick owens, he don’t do runners (yeah)
i done got ran through the whole last summer
now he got this big p*ssy in a new hummer
he cum fast, i save his name under “two pumper”
five percent so they can’t see the switch (yeah)
my tongue twirlin’ like a blender, we just need a brick
if you love me, n*gga, show me, tat it on your d*ck
hbk got a n*gga smackin’ on his b*tch (hold on)
i’m too turnt, i can’t look back
you ain’t never got no head while you cook crack
b*tch, i was down bad, but i shook back (yeah)
b*tch, i want a fat n*gga, f*ck a six*pack
every time we f*ck, he bring ten and a kit kat
n*gga, you know this p*ssy good, the socks mismatched
gotta make sure this n*gga rich, where your wrist at? (yeah)
them n*ggas talkin’ to me crazy, where your clip at? (big coochie)

- rmc mike tiera santoya jiggs ent lyrics

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