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kay - tokyo jetz lyrics

don’t you forget it, you should be mindin’ yo business
don’t worry bout what you be hearin’
don’t ask no questions bout who i be f*ckin’, it’s nothing
don’t let that type of sh*t get you worried
don’t need attention, they riding for clout
just did a show, got a whole new amount
just had a son, put him in a new house
with a maid and a trust and a brand new account, kay
you speaking on me, b*tch i do what i want
this p*ssy his plate, he gon’ clean all his corners
call him whenever, i want it, i get it
while you at home texting him saying it’s tension, d*mn
i f*ck with b*tches that want it
i f*ck with b*tches that get it
you f*ck with b*tches that do it for likes
and the hype and be broke off the gram b*tch you trippin’
ask how i’m doing, i tell her i’m straight
back out the country, i’m prolly with bae
get in this p*ssy, he say it’s a lake
while you saving hoes it should come with a cape
ain’t about motion, i need me a fatty
pulling my hair i be calling him daddy
st*st stuttering, say what you mean
pretty, no titties, deposit on c’s

show me the money, i’m robbing the bank
hoes getting mad cause i did what they can’t
i’m getting sleepy and you getting boring
p*ssy so good, tryna give me a daughter
i ask him bout it he tell me it’s water
you gon’ need napkins right after yo order, kay
pretty lil b*tch and i’m paid, kay

i need a bag i ain’t do it for clout
you in the comments, you hype from a couch
ain’t worried bout b*tches with no car and no job and a room in a house, ha
hey lil amir, i guess he left it in
gave him a trust that don’t come with no limit
worried bout who i let have it, or you more concerned i ain’t letting you get it, oh
i can’t go back to the bottom
i like my n*ggas with no baby mamas
less she stay in place and don’t give me no drama
ain’t fighting n0body my 9 like osama
he call me sugar, this p*ssy is sweet
he eat it all, from the top to my feet
don’t need no spit p*ssy, do what it should, say
if he don’t moan, it ain’t good, kay
if he ain’t packin’ i’m leaving him right where he standing and that’s automatic, kay
i might go f*ck on a heisman receiver
all at his games, in his jersey supportin’
i might just go make a movie, while i put it on him and let him record it, kay
i make him sang like he lucci
when he get inside it he out till the morning, ha

- tokyo jetz lyrics

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