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p*ssy - album version (edited) - the-dream lyrics

(push)
oh boy, she want a dope boy
she want to throw bands on her pole dance
no test drivin’ that two door
she want to stunt with me on her old man
oh god my ig is like iv to this lifestyle
i buy this sh-t, take a pic
and you od on my life files

shawty get it (get it)
do it big, do it good
work it like a girl should
work it good (work it good)
bring it back (bring it back)
tell the dj bring it back
let me touch it, f-ck it baby
tell your man he ain’t getting it back
shawty is so ratchet, baby i’m so ratchet
you so bomb with that, i got to have it
i got to have it, like a 9 i got to blast it
so fine i got to grab it, she don’t mind

i got my left hand on that booty
got my right hand on that p-ssy
got my left hand on that booty
got my right hand on that p-ssy
got my left hand on that booty
got my right hand on that p-ssy
got my left hand on that booty
got my right hand on that p-ssy
(i love)
now keep that booty rolling like that
keep that p-ssy poppin’ like that
i’ma get these bands poppin’ like that
got my left hand on that booty
got my right hand on that p-ssy
got my left hand on that booty
and i got my right hand on that p-ssy

up in that six hundred
you ain’t even seen it
touchin’ on it, rubbin’ on it
girl you got me feinin’
all about her money
and i’m all about my money
million dollar babies plus alimony
first a n-gg- save you
(then a n-gg- grave you)
and ain’t n-body got time for that
so it’s best just to pay ya
thirteen cars i don’t need nothing else
just this booty on my lap
and this gold on my neck

the way you do got me very very very happy
she stare at me while i’m starin’ at it
i’m a young s-xy -ss charismatic -ss
gorgeous face -ss havin’ -ss n-gg-
that she love in her panty hose
she need this d-ck like its antidote
that p-ssy is a work of art painted by michael angelo
i wake up to p-ssy and cantaloupe
then she made me f-ck my appet-te
f-ckin’ so hard i’ma remember this in the afterlife
i tell her slob on my kn-b
like its corn on the cob
she keep goin’ oh my god
and my broad is so bad i can’t hit from the back
all my favourite girls got my initials as tats
finally famous she throw this set up
like sororities and frats
n-gg-s can’t tell me sh-t but congrats

pull up to that traffic light
stars bright wanna touch her
gotta get it to the car
oh sh-t i might love her
straight up out of med school
could be my baby momma

i got my left hand on that booty
got my right hand on that p-ssy

- the dream lyrics

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