| She’s a tongue demon
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| Pill on her tongue, dick on her tongue, ooh, ooh, yeah
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| Hypnotized by your body, like the way you move, yeah
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| Her skin smooth, her body smooth like chocolate mousse, yeah
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| Ooh, ooh, yeah
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| I’m in her throat like a Popeyes biscuit
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| Look here bitch, I can suck on them titties
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| Glock hanging out, you can see the lil' dicky
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| I mix with yellow, bitch, I’m giving out quickies
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| That ass fat, she go 'round like a weekly
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| Surrounded by shooters, you never can sneak me
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| Marsupial superstar, started a species
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| Fuck around, buy a bazooka and blow up the block
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| Too many shots, 'bout to blow up the Glock
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| Nice ice, bitch glow in the dark
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| Put that pussy on cruise control, baby, don’t park
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| Yeah, and when she run out of gas, she see it go start
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| She’s a semen demon, straight up conjuring
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| That pussy fat, so astonishing
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| Told her suck it, suck it with some confidence
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| I’ma cover them buns like a condiment
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| When she changing her clothes, give her closet dick
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| That pussy too wet, it might clog in it
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| Told her throw that ass back, girl, you hogging it
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| Got that pussy breathing like a frog in it
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| She’s a tongue demon
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| Pill on her tongue, dick on her tongue, ooh, ooh, yeah
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| Hypnotized by your body, like the way you move, yeah
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| Her skin smooth, her body smooth like chocolate mousse, yeah
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| Ooh, ooh, yeah
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| She like that way that I ooh
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| Eat that dick up, that’s a Rap Snack
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| She move her body like a sexy snake
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| I’ma butter them cakes like a flapjack
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| She get the dick hard like a popsicle
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| Babygirl, suck on this popdickle
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| Redhead bitch, call her Devil Head
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| That pussy gooey like deviled eggs
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| Monkey nuts on my shit make the devil scared
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| They deeper than us, but we can still take it there
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| I might just take it there, I’m tryna stay level-head
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| Blow the brains out his ass
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| Separate the head from the dreads
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| Separate the body from the legs
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| Separate the fingers from the hands
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| Don’t get smoked 'bout a bitch 'cause she in a 2.0 stance (Ain't talking
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| cannabis)
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| Yeah
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| She’s a tongue demon
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| Pill on her tongue, dick on her tongue, ooh, ooh, yeah
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| Hypnotized by your body, like the way you move, yeah
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| Her skin smooth, her body smooth like chocolate mousse, yeah
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| Ooh, ooh, yeah |