Hips music (feat. Bk dave)
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I've been trying to forget you, baby Been in my duffel I've been in my bag Go to Saks fifth, we popping these tags She shaking' her hips, she throwing' it back Whatever you need, don't even got to ask My baby, she ratchet , but stay with some class Stay out of my lane, you niggas might crash My baby like, Ari, she stay with a bag She rocking her hips, I hit from the back keep it a hundred, you niggas be whack Count up bluefaces, I stay with a check her pussy meow I play with her cat F*ck all my exes they doubling back don't want the box just give me your neck Send her a Uber and no it's not black icing you out these flawless baguettes We in the bank having some sex Ohh ohh ohh We on a island f*ck on the sand baby she brown butter pecan Took her to the crib they calling me bland the way that she fucking I'm going to be her man She want to kick it Jackie Chan she my little freak we f*ck on a fan She do it again I'm paying her rent she my little angel heaven sent put that shit on I'm fresh like a mint If you doing me wrong we can't make amends can't take no more losses all I'm doing is winning We having a party invite all your friends Hannah and Miley I'm fucking on twins My baby she bad she know she a ten Would you like it if I fucked you raw? I go deep in that pussy, don't talk Pulling tricks out the bag like Jamal I'm a eat up that pussy and dine You know you want to f*ck with a boss MMG, I get rich like I'm Ross Pull up dicking you down and you floss Baby, when you get horny, just call I been fucking this shit up for years Dump truck, man, her shit like a rave Make her laugh now she say I'm the bid In her mouth, we ain't having no kids Cut her off and I say what she did Text her phone, tell her pull up, she slid Keep it low key and stay off the grid Throw it back, while I make me a video When I f*ck from the back, she say pull out my tracks So that bitch call me daddy, she did Put that dick in her stomach, I'm deep in the gut She said, daddy, you punching my ribs She don't like that I be out all night But I'm chasing this money, yeah, it is what it is Look at my phone, she said, why you don't love me? I said, I D K that's the way that I live Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh Give me your love, baby Give me your love, baby Oh, baby, oh, baby Drive me crazy, baby Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh
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Written by: Dave Shoates, Deandre Whitehead
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