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Girl, I've been thinking of ways, thinking of ways
Thinking of new ways to beat that pussy down
Said a nigga been stressing you out
(Always gotta hit a nigga [?])
Imma come through when he leaves and stretch that pussy out
I brought my gun just in case
(I'll shoot that nigga in the face)
You don't even know your worth
(Need to put that nigga in his place)
Nigga stay all in your face
(You text me, "I miss your face")
We ain't got no worries
Imma take my time, don't rush me
When I
Stretch it, stretch it out, stretch it, stretch it out
Imma stretch that pussy out, stretch it, stretch it out
Stretch it, stretch it out
Stretch that pussy out, Imma stretch it, stretch it out
Imma let you climb on top and get up on it
(Spin you around and push up on it)
Your nigga ain't got nothing on me
(Said he been around a minute and he still don't know you)
He don't ever hit it slow
He don't hold you by the throat when he beat it up
He don't ask you how you feel
Been a whole damn year since he ate it right
He don't appreciate you
Plus, he ain't big enough like (abbreviation)
Imma come through and
Stretch, stretch it out
Stretch, stretch it out
Baby just moved out got her own place
Looking for a brand new nigga
Her ex always trying to control her
Nigga can't even support her
She gonna twerk it for some new nails
Twerk it for some new hair
Get money, fuck niggas
Get money, give no care
Independent bitch, says she get her own shit
And she never got a handout
Got her own crib, she don't look like other bitches
Baby always gonna stand out
What a broke nigga gonna tell her?
When a rich nigga want you, she better
She better Bitches ain't shit to a real nigga
Niggas ain't shit to a real bitch