Come On (feat. .40 Cal)

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Khalifa Dolo

Khalifa Dolo is a musical artist known for his unique blend of hip-hop and R&B. He is recognized for his smooth vocals and introspective lyrics, often touching on themes of self-reflection and personal growth. Khalifa Dolo's music has received positive reviews for its captivating melodies and atmospheric production, making him a rising star in the music industry. more »

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Hey, hey, come on
What she say (uh hmm)
(Dolo)
Come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on
(Forty)

She wanna chill wit me
Lay up on, she say she love she say she  feeling me
I'm like let me squeeze thee
Ass shaped like Georgia peach
I know that she a big ole freak
Texting me she trynna eat
Got me going crazy in bed the way she riding me
Hold up it's my turn let me show you how I like to eat
Lick up her up and down now she slurping all over me
Tongue all in her ass cuz she tell me she like it nasty
Got her screaming, creaming she tell me ease up daddy (alright)
Eat the coochie up so good she can't get mad at me
Fuckin so good no regrets don't need no plan b
Long as she getting good d she going remain happy
She tell me this forever your pussy love you papi

Come on, come on, come on,
Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on
Ayy, ayy
Come on, what she say
Can I come over? And can we go to MGM tonight?
She want a hood nigga that made it out
I want a bougie bitch with a lot of mouth
We from the city, move gas down south
Buy it from the west, fly it on the cloud
See me and you, we can make it work
I'm all about cash, you avoid hurt
The grass ain't greener, that shit turf
Come kick it with a nigga who know your worth
I don't write checks I can't cash
Matter fact, I don't write em' at all
I'd rather just hand you a bag
I'm makin' swerves, you gone to the mall
I'm laid back and play with stacks
Might go spend a rack, then gamble that
No scoreboard, to check the stacks
You move on emotion, I move on facts
You on my line, no fishing rod
I threw my hook up in that pond
Once we f*ck, we built a bond
To keep you happy, that shit a job
I'm back and forth with the gas
Feel like a young nigga work at shell
That's the shit she really like
Her old nigga be mad as hell

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