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See, baby You ain't gotta hide I seen who you are You beautiful I love you Sh-sh-she taste like some papaya, oh (Baby) Fruits of my labor getting riper, oh Backwoods and white tees on my rider Friday night headliner from Chicago to China, oh Now let me find out you a pyro, oh You blunt as fuck, you playin’ with fire-oh, oh Light that ass up like some sativa Girl, assume the procedure Lower regions my leisure Let me give you this gyro Hold on, look up my flight code Snap me that in the airport Almost ran in a light pole Say she never been to Disneyland Fuck her in the air 'til she dizzy, damn I don't really be with that goofy shit All on the Tweety, tryna post a pic Stroke so dope, got motion sick We in theaters, a motion pic SongtexteMusketeers, new booty whip, coupe and shit This could be me and you She love how I move the whole venue I’m in the throat like halls, Arsenio I'm supposed to be home soon But that yeah-yeah so mhm Sh-sh-she taste like some papaya, oh Fruits of my labor getting riper, oh Backwoods and white tees on my rider Friday night headliner from Chicago to China, oh Now let me find out you a pyro, oh You blunt as fuck, you playin' with fire, though Light that ass up like some sativa Girl, assume the procedure Lower regions my leisure Leisure, leisure, leisure Whoa, baby, whoa, baby Whoa, baby Whoa, baby Leisure, leisure, leisure Whoa, baby, whoa, baby Whoa, baby Whoa, baby See, baby, I ain't hiding I was crazy when you met me It's just that I love the D I mean, I love you, baby He know I ain't doing no back and forth (Hah) Laid up on 'em like we on the court (Hold up) Sex game had me going hoarse Dick so good, gotta ask for more Woods and a fifth while we on the porch UK only time I pass a port And he knew what it was when he signed up Been breakin' hearts like plastic forks Put me up in yo’ schedule (Schedule) Told him come meet ’round 7 (7) Ain't rocking nothing but your sweater I heard it might rain, you should bring a umbrella (’Brella) That yelling shit just get me wetter (Wetter) Make up sex, Fenty the preference (Preference) Throwin' up his and her bezels No limit on him or the debit That nigga'll buy me the world if I let him He know I'ma get the shit bussin’, no fee-fee (Ridin') Told him I'm ridin', Kiki (Love me) Drippin' designer, CC, GG A savage like Riri (Do you love me?) Body look glittered in gold (Gold) That money like me, it won't fold Ass like a cinnamon roll, head and pussy game cold Sh-sh-she taste like some papaya, oh Fruits of my labor getting riper, oh Backwoods and white tees on my rider Friday night headliner from Chicago to China, oh Now let me find out you a pyro, oh You blunt as fuck, you playin' with fire, though Light that ass up like some sativa Girl, assume the procedure Lower regions my leisure Leisure, leisure, leisure Whoa, baby, whoa, baby Whoa, baby Whoa, baby Leisure, leisure, leisure Whoa, baby, whoa, baby Whoa, baby Whoa, baby Leisure, leisure, leisure Whoa, baby, whoa, baby Whoa, baby Whoa, baby Leisure, leisure, leisure Whoa, baby, whoa, baby Whoa, baby Whoa, baby Aus Songtexte Mania