FENTY SEX

See baby You ain't gotta hide I see what you are You beautiful I love you Sh-sh-she taste like some papaya, (baby) oh Fruits of my labor getting riper, oh Backwoods and YTs on my radar Friday night headliner from Chicago to China, oh Now let me find out you a pyro, oh You blunt as fuck, you playing with fire oh, oh Light that ass up like some sativa Girl assume the positer Lower reach is my leisure Let me give you this gyro Hold on look up my flight codes Snap meet me in the airport Almost ran into light pole Say she never been to Disneyland Fuck her in the air 'til she dizzy, damn I 'on really be with that goofy shit All on ya twitter tryna post a pic Stroke so dope got motion sick We in third it's a motion pic Musketeers new booty whip, hoopin' shit It could be me and you She love how [?] I'm in the throat like Halls, Arsenio I'm supposed to be home soon, but the [?] is so mhm Sh-sh-she taste like some papaya, (baby) oh Fruits of my labor getting riper, oh Backwoods and YTs on my radar Friday night headliner from Chicago to China, oh Now let me find out you a pyro, oh You blunt as fuck, you playing with fire now, oh Light that ass up like some sativa Girl assume the positer Lower reach is my leisure See, baby I ain't hiding I was crazy when you met me It's just that I love the D I mean, I love you baby You know I ain't doing no back and forth (nah) Laid up on him like we on the court (hold up) Sex game had me going hoarse Dick so good gotta ask for more Woods and a fifth when we on the porch You K only time I pass a port And he knew what it was when he signed up Been breaking hearts like plastic forks Put me up in your schedule Told him come meet around 7 Ain't rocking nothing but your sweater I heard it might rain you should bring an umbrella That yelling shit just get me wetter Making sex fit to the preference Throwing up his and her best No limit on him or the debit That nigga'll buy me the world if I let him He know I'mma get the shit bussin on Fefe Told him I ride, Kiki (love me) Dripping designer, CC, GG, and Savage like Riri (do you love me) Body look glittered in gold (gold) That money like me, it won't fold Ass like a cinnamon roll Head and pussy game cold Sh-sh-she taste like some papaya, oh Fruits of my labor getting riper, oh Backwoods and YTs on my radar Friday night headliner from Chicago to China, oh Now let me find out you a pyro, oh You blunt as fuck, you playing with fire now, oh Light that ass up like some sativa Girl assume the positer Lower reach is my leisure