More (feat. Flow J Simpson & Don Griot)
Don Holy Man
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She get freaky Suck me off While I'm sleeping Made her come Again like habibi My peepee She French kiss it Like we we She be the one That's gon carry My canons I'm Filled with Butterflies I'm queasy They said easy Boy you moving Too swiftly I'm Tailored for this Bitch believe me Diving in it Deep sea Surrounded Waikiki Smoke Maui Wowwie Light torches Like tiki I call up Gigi And she come With Cici And take they Shirts off and Twist Em like Petey They can not see me My money speedy That's ok Dee dee can count Like a pc No I don't freestyle My style ain't A freebie Need 20s and 50s And 100s I'm greedy Got bitches that Look like Beyoncé And RiRi That wrestle And sit on my Face like Rakishi (Uhhh) Yuck Blame it on the Liquor in my cup You don't give A damn nigga We don't give A f*ck Throw it in the Sky watch the Strippers pick It up Then repeat it They could never Get enough They want More more more more Give em' More more more more They need More more more She don't Need me Lady like but Get sleazy Attitude like TeeTee Booty moving Like beep beep Thong song On repeat That ain't wifey That's weekly She a vegan She don't eat meat Swear she lying Cause she eat me For French fries And a sweet tea Silly me They get lost In my soliloquies If she feeling me I'm In her box Like A penalty Gentleman Generally but she Don't like that Shit gently I give her that Heavy D You can't do diddly Diddly diddly diddly diddly I let ya bitch join The band and She fiddle me Ain't no one Real as me ever Since little me Out making deals While these bitches Can't deal with me Guess I need Work On humility But I want More more more more Give em' More more more more They need More more more She like that white call her call her Demi Moore She all in my denim to get me off Asking for this and that plenty more To me that's just play money I'm a boss Get yo hand out my pocket or take a loss You could share in the profit. Just knock it off But you can't get no money you cotton soft Only thing a bitch nigga got is the law The way niggas hate think I got it all Then I look at my niggas say not at all Climb the corporate ladder mountain tall Perrelli tires screeching sounding off More more Let my daughter tear down the store I said f*ck that bread I'll make more She out the sunroof engine go roar Chick wanna call but I don't talk no more I'm in your tonsils that's FaceTime galore I'm tryna f*ck till you can't walk no more More or less what you choose? Pick either or More more
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Written by: JOHN PAUL WHITE, AMY FOSTER GILLIES
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