Guilty Pleasure
Midas Wright
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Bitch we next up What the f*ck did you expect? Money, power, fame & your motherfucking respect I ain't flexing off shit till I get my next check I ride like Beck Boutta give me that neck Off these drugs... Got me dead Wanna suck me off? I said baby go ahead Wanna chat me up? How bout instead Tongue dap me up How bout that head Met a fly bird, think her name Molly She fucking with the team cause she know the dream calling I know she want a cracker so I call the bitch Polly Will I call or text back I be thinking like probably Looking at her body like baby come ride She confide her fun side when she let the tongue slide Oh my, she fly Let the sheets fly Live a life of sin cause that's who I get the beats by Damn right, inside Teach her how to swallow Booger Sugar Daddy, so you know these hoes follow Living for the moment, ain't no thoughts for tomorrow I'm just looking for a neck that respect let me borrow High beam, I scream In her throat like ice cream Let her suck my jewels Told her get my ice clean These ladies give me gas & they're saying I'm the GOAT But I could never have a wife Bitch I'm married to the throat Bitch we next up What the f*ck did you expect? Money, power, fame & your motherfucking respect I ain't flexing off shit till I get my next check I ride like Beck Boutta give me that neck Off these drugs... Got me dead Wanna suck me off? I said baby go ahead Wanna chat me up? How bout instead Stay slinging my meat because they know I bring sauce Put my finger in her mouth & she sucked my ring off If she got a boyfriend, about to burn that off Because she got me cuffed up Saying "Turn and Cough" Never got me fucked up I'm feeling like the shit Every day I wake up wiping spit off of my dick Gettin so much bread And I know she seen the clip I get so much head I ain't never seen a clit She knows what to do, how to handle me Cause she knows that my clique's where the scandals be Rose & roses where the candles be Her locks & pigtails where the handles be She ain't got a thing on except a pair of boy's socks I'ma dig in her throat until I hit her voicebox I'm young and successful And yes I am rich Tell my bitch to call her bitch & we're going to make a sandwich Bitch we next up What the f*ck did you expect? Money, power, fame & your motherfucking respect I ain't flexing off shit till I get my next check I ride like Beck Boutta give me that neck Off these drugs... Got me dead Wanna suck me off? I said baby go ahead Wanna chat me up? How bout instead Tongue dap me up How bout that head
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