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hana tea - ro lyrics

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[intro]
(bomb bomb, when ya gonna come, come, come?
call you up so you can give me some, some, some)

[verse 1: devin cheff]
takin’ your b*tch on a date
first date and we hit third base
cumshot in her face
she don’t need no plate
‘cause she lovin’ the way that it taste

cherry bomb, i’m gonna pop it
i can’t jerk my d*ck
‘cause she wil not hop off it
she spreading that p*ssy
i’m eating it like it was ramen
she back it up and i receive it like lockett

whoa
shawty be begging for more
i peak and make my s*m*n pour
kick her out with a d*ck slap to the face
light a blunt then hop on my ps4

whoa
l!ck it like licorice
and i play with the cl*toris
got 2 in the pink
and 1 in the stink

hit up her friends and they callin’ me
ganondorf, ‘cause we gon’ link
yeah

[verse 2: ro]
i get the money like buddha
fingers stay wet like a scuba
play with the cheese not no gouda
if she’s a thot, i won’t do you
(oh!)

money go fast like an uber
my b*tch lookin’ bad
call her paula abdul, uh
dance on my d*ck while she doing the hula
bump lil uzi, i listen to shoota

[chorus: ro]
hana tea, hana tea
how they got them abg’s?
hana tea, hana tea
take my heart, no cdg

hana tea, hana tea
how they got them abg’s?
hana tea, hana tea
take my heart, no cdg

[verse 3: lucky!]
hana tea, hana tea
see my denim, a.p.c
hana tea, hana tea
getting head, no d.d.t
hana tea, hana tea
got like 20 abg’s
hana tea, hana tea
but i’m still gon’ beat my meat

ah sh*t, here we go again
i can’t comprehend
please don’t get upset
i know i’m great, i just cannot pretend

big body, i be pushin’
when i come up in that benz
all my drip is outta pocket
you lil’ b*tches follow trends

wait, whoa
get the bag, then i go
get 20 b*tches on the low
me and myron do a show
60k for a what?
‘bout to stick it in her b*tt
just so i can get a nut
lil’ girl is a sl*t
got her droolin’ like a mutt

but that’s why they callin’ me lucky!
i’m wrapping this up like a mummy
your girl is a snack and her titties are fat
man i swear that she’s made out of gummies
but add in her ass, now it’s more than a snack
it’s a mini meat jun plate from yummy’s

[verse 4: shaun phenomenon
aye, aye, aye
body count high
rubber on my d*ck, ‘cause you thot’s ain’t sl!ck
why you tryna take a pic
when you ain’t my chick
i ain’t frontin’ no b*tch not what this is

and i be
hittin’ this beat from the back
legs ‘round my waist
and her hands on the dash
head on the way, got me swervin’ real fast
yeah your girlfriend taught me that

i be
up in the stu, and i’m lost in the sauce
cute as a pie, i’m just adding the frost
ask me like thanos, “how much did this cost?”
tell her plan b cost like 60 a box

poppin’ off, stoppin’ the clock
and i’m rockin’ off
shine in the sky, like when team rocket blastin’ off
castin’ my line to the sea
catchin’ some ahi to eat
sweet like

[chorus: ro]
hana tea, hana tea
how they got them abg’s?
hana tea, hana tea
take my heart, no cdg

hana tea, hana tea
how they got them abg’s?
hana tea, hana tea
take my heart, no cdg

[outro]
(bomb bomb when ya gonna come?
i would like to call you up so you can give me some
some of your sweet love and even a kiss
there’s no other girl who could even love me like this)

- ro lyrics

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