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by

Cash Cobain


[Chorus]
I'm tryna f*ck you not love you
Don't want you to get in your feelings
If we gon f*ck in the party
I want everybody to hear it
I could tell that you wanna f*ck me
I could tell by the way that you staring
I want you to ride it, just like you drive it with the automatic steering
The way that she wiling the way that she crying, she bout to c*m I can hear it
If we being honest, lil mama the finest, the type of girl I wanna marry
She know she got it, that pus*y popping I don't gotta call up Mary
The way that she wax it, that sh*t was Brazilian she do not do the hairy

[Verse]
She don't got plans I told her come over
She do not drank she said she a smoker
So trеat my di*k just like a ruler
That pus*y was fresh it don't got no odor
Hеr ex gotta keep it pushing like a stroller, tss
Can I bend you over?
She already know I pray to the Slizzy God like Jehovah
If I cannot have you, I'ma be mad boo, I don't want no one, ay
It feel like I have to, I gotta have you, like damn

[Chorus]
I'm tryna f*ck you not love you
Don't want you to get in your feelings
If we gon f*ck in the party
I want everybody to hear it
I could tell that you wanna f*ck me
I could tell by the way that you staring
I want you to ride it, just like you drive it with the automatic steering
The way that she wiling the way that she crying, she bout to c*m I can hear it
If we being honest, lil mama the finest, the type of girl I wanna marry
She know she got it, that pus*y popping I don't gotta call up Mary
The way that she wax it, that sh*t was Brazilian she do not do the hairy
[Outro]
You not seein' all that sh*t they sayin' on Twitter
Same flow, or the same beat, the same song
I don't wanna know what they gon' say when this sh*t drop
Dem dead water
Danny, don't let none of them n*ggas we don't know in the session no more, you heard?
Real sh*t, this sh*t private for real, for real
Danny, I'm proud of you, n*gga, I see you take this sh*t from the basement to the whole motherf*ckin' universe, boy
Yeah, tellin' you
New York 'pon lock
Which New York City, whole world 'pon lock
Universe 'pon lock
All 'pon, all, all the alien them want to be Slizzy
They go, they go up to Saturn, them have Slizzy alien
Yo, Slizzy minizzy
Everything's izzy
Up top, bro god
Rrrps, rrrrps, rrrrrps, rrrrrps
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