Hors D'oeuvres (feat. RokHowz, ED Wrd & Dreis Major)
CallZackMorris
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This ah fucking love song Ah Love song for the Hors I feel like they don't get no love any more She the one You call when You wanna score Make sure You beat it up And leave that pussy sore I wanna Shout out Juwanna She eat meat like a piranha Like she Kin to Jeffrey Dahmer Think I met her at McDonald's She like Her and her Baby Father had some drama Told Us come and kick it with her She stay with Her sister Donna They bout to jump in the sauna She digging my Persona She like The way My whip is tinted like Obamas And I get that marijuana shipped in from North Carolina My dick hanging like ah comma I'm Part Man part anaconda And She Know that pussy good that shit Bananas It's always wet warm just like a trip to the Bahamas And She Good with wood I think her parents Amish If she was Jewish She probably dip you in some Hummus I'm just trying to say She's talented She get it From her Mama The kind of chick that come and chill then let the Homies bomb her OK This ah fucking love song Ah Love song for the Hors I feel like they don't get no love any more She the one You call when You wanna score Make sure You beat it up And leave that pussy sore 彼女は彼と話しません Kono Jo wa kareto hanashemasin Shemasin It's ok if you don't understand Understand stand Shawty gone slide on me and my mans Slide Slide Hit me on FaceTime she coming wit her friend one or two Beat that pussy up they bounce cuz they ain staying They ain stayin 昨日、私たちはビデオを作りました Keno watashtachi wa bideo o tsukuri mashta Giving slop top Drive By While I hot box Fox trot Ain the countess on this yacht 子供たち じゃぁな さよなら Konomodachi Jana Sayonara OK This ah fucking love song Ah Love song for the Hors I feel like they don't get no love any more She the one You call when You wanna score Make sure You beat it up And leave that pussy sore Only got one question Why Soon as looked his bitty took She left him crippled like he jimmy brooks Look how he look It's that sididdy type that made ju look This is any hook Still still gotta love tho Can't love them tho I tell 'em go ahead Live ya life & grow Holup I tell 'em Back up Running tabs up Buying bags up Rolling the gas up with the whole team And I'm looking all confused like what chu mean OK This ah fucking love song Ah Love song for the Hors I feel like they don't get no love any more She the one You call when You wanna score Make sure You beat it up And leave that pussy sore
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Written by: Andreas Hale, Bai'Ruce Morris, Edward Martin
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