Lollipop

Prai Star

Ghetto girl she back, back, back
She keep in on loopin my heart my nigga
And literally take, take, take
She rib it and put lollipop
It stick it stay, stay
It stuck and it trapped my nigga
Recheckin a chain, chain
Cash out got no time my nigga
It suddenly barred on me
Soon I will dig it in
Put in the cookies on me
Adding the fortune in
Crack her and telephone me
This shit was real in
Make her a flippin horny
Measuring her with a bar my nigga

She freakin and pop in, pop in, pop in, pop in
And make her face look like a barbie
She's won in the tag team
Never like this they are 4 of us like taletabies
Let the ship stop no relations I ain't got no time for the curtseens
Bitchs thought that I ain't got no money
Freakin girl I ain't tell you no shit
You rather be popin the bank
Baby girl you got me in detain
Keep running around there bitch
Make a circle keep chasing us all
You taking your time at this
You run around keep leakin the balls
I dropped a sound but you put on a pause
I'm gon to college ain't takin a couse
Ain't takin, takin, takin, takin, takin, takin
Ain't takin a thought
I'll win it, win it, win it, win it I'm climbing
I ain't gon take out chloes
Don't need any key I'll break through the door
Don't need any key I'll break through the door
Don't need any key I'll break through the door

Ghetto girl she back, back, back
She keep in on loopin my heart my nigga
And literally take, take, take
She rib it and put lollipop
It stick it stay, stay
It stuck and it trapped my nigga
Recheckin a chain, chain
Cash out got no time my nigga
It suddenly barred on me
Soon I will dig it in
Put in the cookies on me
Adding the fortune in
Crack her and telephone me
This shit was real in
Make her a flippin horny
Measuring her with a bar my nigga

Chain so kill it
Locking this shit on neak I can't get it of it weighting a million
Dive in the pussy wety under the skerty
Smoke it like weed
College is under my shirt ain't looking far away but I'll bit it
Nigga is callin a captain soon I will generate like a leader
Dancing this shit like kida go back to 60s never need ya
Speed it up with the pais soon I'll look it up with the race
Selling soul never test money is under arm at this days
Homophobic I ain't gay broken hand I won't give you a barth
Broken hand, broken hand, broken hand
Freakin nails, freakin nails, freakin nails
Broken hand, broken hand, broken hand
Freakin nails, freakin nails, freakin nails

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