Letras
I don't got a blick or stick get my fist who like action
Big on top like a improper fraction
Me and Moon black and white Michael Jackson
Keysha Cole I got love for my faction
And I'm still from the best I got cheat codes
Oh shit I meant the west they got freak hoes
Tink I'm talm 'bout Titas for real tho
She a 7-11 foreal hoe
Cause that chest is built like a f'real tho
Suck on uhm till my cheek got the dimple
You aint from 808 you a bimbo
Imma pass on the strap keep the dildo
76 bitches trynna fuck
Pussy get slammed no lifted trucks
Pop up a show she's pulling up
Stay a free soul I'm not trynna cuff
Lick that faka up and down (down)
Beat the punani, you know how (how, how, how)
Talkin' shit, like one bangah, call me out
I'm a westside hunneh in the South
(Sawp you fakaz)
Lick that faka up and down (down)
Beat the punani, you know how (how, how, how)
Talkin' shit, like one bangah, call me out
I'm a westside hunneh in the South
Hold up, slide through for a bit doe
Though I never had a shawty from my zip code
Yeah I'm from M town
Keep 'bout 6789 girls on my dick doe
Sneaking in gotta tip toe
She a lil nympho, I know she don't wanna tie the knot
Neither do I, send over yo pin
Imma pull up to yo spot like "Sawp hunneh girl"
Time flies by when the weed get rolled
Hit that shit let it free yo soul
Bouncing up and down 'til her knees get sore
Never been with a bangah like me I know
I can show you things you ain't seen before
Wade in your water, dip my feet in slow
Imma dive right in, I know nights like this
Come easy for you we could keep it on the d-low
You would think that we knee deep in snow, I
Give her chicken skin chills down her spine
When I hit from the back, she kinda fine
Independent she don't need a ride or die, but