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1234 (radio edit) - 1takejay lyrics

[intro]
cállate, mike crook
wait, hold up
i’m finna turn this ***** up

[chorus]
one, one to the two to the three to the four
your ***** on me, so her panties on the floor
she get irritated when i leave, she want more
all she wanna do is ride ****, this ***** bored
one, one to the two to the three to the four
your ***** on me, so her panties on the floor
she get irritated when i leave, she want more
all she wanna do is ride ****, this ***** bored

[verse 1]
she goin’ through my followers, call her curious george
she knowin’ i got ****, especially when i’m on tour
turn a bnb to a strip club, it’s money on the floor
give me sucky, suck, suck, if i don’t ***, give me more
ayy, i know this ***** never celebrated when i score
broke ****** only pop that wrist **** when they get bored
my feature cost like 20 sum thousand
what is yours?
i’ll buy your ***** and your newborn some new toys
i ain’t even get her name, but she already in the lap
i just shook a ***** hand, right after i hit that *****
her lips hit the tip, right after she hit the fifth
n0body knows her name, she’s just popular on the ****
[chorus]
one, one to the two to the three to the four
your ***** on me, so her panties on the floor
she get irritated when i leave, she want more
all she wanna do is ride ****, this ***** bored
one, one to the two to the three to the four
your ***** on me, so her panties on the floor
she get irritated when i leave, she want more
all she wanna do is ride ****, this ***** bored

[verse 2]
i **** with grown women, on god
who pay their own bills with their own job
all of ’em trip me like corn on the cob
while i’m gettin’ ****, so replay slob on my kn*b
if she missed work, my ***** did the job
i’m a hammer, we cannot build, i’m not bob
i have the **** when i wore sean john
you ain’t had a **** if you ain’t go to plenty prom
one, ***** you a lame me, your ***** it’s two
three to the four you can’t pull up in the coupe
five to the sixth pay seven for the shoes
four pockets full, times two all blunts

- 1takejay lyrics

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