Clit lyrics

by

GDP


GDP
Jersey
Sup ladies
When I put it down I be rubbin' on her clit, clit, clit, clit, clit
When I eat her out I be suckin' on her clit, clit, clit, clit, clit
And she squirm around cause I'm touchin' on her clit, clit, clit, clit, clit
And all these young b*tches man they want the… they want the…
GDP…. son… what

2 humps like a camel, now she has a camel crush on me
Luckily I could give a flying motha f*ck im G
f*ck with me, I'd love you to if it was up to me
I'm getting more accustom to the finer things and luxuries
Slide her panties off its roast beef under these
My accapella hotter than ur cruel summer f*ck this beat
Clam dip, my mans whip loves to eat pierced clit b*tches is like deer ticks;
Suckin me
What you thought it wasn’t, I don’t love em, they get a kid head
Y'all don’t know nothing about bustin' 3 sums in a twin bed
Touch em, I tuck em youngins like teddy bux then the chick spreads
20-somethin givin' head like split ends
Suckin on her clit, clit, clit, clit, clit

When I put it down I be touchin on her clit, clit, clit, clit, clit
Then shes squirm around cause im rubbin on her clip,clip,clip,clip, clit
And all these young b*tches man they want the… they want the…
Yeah, GDP son. f*ck you

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