Love to Fuck
Tyga
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Now the lobster don't even have A price next to it, it just says "Seasonal" So you know what that means A brother gotta pay 28 dollars Uh, house at the top (Top) , party at my spot (Spot) Rottweilers out (Ah) , gotta secure the lot (Lot) Fake niggas out (Bah) , bring the burners out (Bah) And it's word of mouth (yeah) , you always run your mouth (yeah) Breathin' in the loud, blowin' clouds Hunnid thou' (yeah) , time is now (Now) We just fuckin', in and out (Phew) I can't love you (Nah) , I'm too wild Same time Who gon' be the one to turn you out? Wanna do it 'cause I do it? Oh, you funny now Bitch gettin' on my nerves I just leave the house Now I'm sleepin' at my other bitch house (Ha) Uh, Louis bags on the couch Camouflage with the hunnids Now I'm cummin' in her mouth (yeah) And if she catch feelings Got a feelin' I'll be out but she cool So I'm likin' how this shit is turnin' out (yeah) Yeah, she know it's on the low And we both keep it low She got crack, I got dope, she the ex I'm the smoke it's like murder on the rope And we on death row And the sex so good, it's so hard sayin' no If your nigga found out then My girl'll kill us both And we both love to f*ck Yeah, we both love to f*ck Yeah, we both love when Good ain't good enough And, hey if I get you Some lobster and some Moet You know what's happenin' after that We both love to f*ck no, what does happen? We both love to f*ck I'm goin' deep-sea diving, haha Uh, take you out the shower (Shower) , yeah, I call the shots (Shots) I'm the fuckin' boss (Boss) , put you in a loft (Loft) You can get a lot (yeah) if you play your role (What?) Got you comin' over (What?) cookin' on the stove These bitches is bold, they gon' hate (F*ck 'em) money talk (yeah) , bullshit walk They gon' try to f*ck it up Tell you I ain't shit Judgin' by my outfit, yeah, I'm the shit Icicle wrist, caught a milli on the lick Same bitches that I hit still on your list Yeah, I'm God's gift Givin' like I'm Saint Nick (Pew) I'm the ghetto Bill Gates, give me ten years (yeah) uh, chop-chop when I switch gears Thrustin' make her pussy wet Comin' in the V12 i ain't even put it in Bustin' in your seatbelt Squirtin' on that interior of the 812 (Go) Seashell (Uh) , Maybach ill (Go) And it came with the luggage That is too trill (Trill) Boy, you not a big deal 'til you makin' deals (Deals) And I'm kind of big deal, to keep it real (Ha) keep your picture in my phone, man Them times is real If you happy with the throne Then just let me live I ain't hidin', I ain't runnin' The way I'm movin' got you wonderin' When good ain't good enough Yeah, you know you right 'cause my Dick is only two inches from the ground We both love to f*ck isn't he grand? Yeah, she know it's on the low And we both keep it low She got crack, I got dope, she the ex I'm the smoke it's like murder on the rope And we on death row And the sex so good, it's so hard sayin' no
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Written by: CHRISTOPHER DECICCO, MICHAEL STEVENSON
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