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Whookilledkenny - Pleasure Me şarkı sözleri

Sanatçı: Whookilledkenny

albüm: Strictly Business


I got this bitch ridin by my side she tryna pleasure me
She love to stare at me, pulled up to the Beverly
I let her put my chain on, she drip like sesame
She got some glitter, got it, left it on my leather seat
These bitches tryna break me down but they can't press a g
You think you stressin me, that pussy not impressin me
Bitch how you settle for them crumbs you get the lesser fee
They wanna cook that shit thats good I got the recipe
The more I get, the more I flip, the more I ship
The more it stick, the more my rent, the more my fit, the more it hit
The more she thick, the more she bent, the more I tip,
The more she spit
Bottega green, look like mid
Money here to spend, let's get this shit in
Take my time, conversation be cool they buyin
Lock the door now I'm lookin through the blinds
Try to make sure nobody trail behind
I don't know but the bitch ain't mine
I don't know but I think it's a sign
Either way I'm mighty fine
Spend this shit like every time
I got this bitch ridin by my side she tryna pleasure me
She love to stare at me, pulled up to the Beverly
I let her put my chain on, she drip like sesame
She got some glitter, got it, left it on my leather seat
These bitches tryna break me down but they can't press a g
You think you stressin me, that pussy not impressin me
Bitch how you settle for them crumbs you get the lesser fee
They wanna cook that shit thats good I got the recipe
I just been workin and spending, consistently winning
Boosting these lil bitches image
They got addicted to pimpin, I love all my women
I know its gone cost me a ticket
I got the steak over chicken, mojito I'm sippin
She order the drink with the lemon
I just been cool but I'm heated up
Come here and eat it up, shoes that I wear cost a band
I just been fillin the stadium, watch what to say to him
Feel me, I'm stackin this cake
Now I got dick in their cranium, foreign like aliens
Puttin that shit in their face
I done got good with these numbers it made me a player
And I'm throwin that shit in my safe
Prada shades, look at it my way
Ain't showin up less a nigga get paid
I got this bitch ridin by my side she tryna pleasure me
She love to stare at me, pulled up to the Beverly
I let her put my chain on, she drip like sesame
She got some glitter, got it, left it on my leather seat
These bitches tryna break me down but they can't press a g
You think you stressin me, that pussy not impressin me
Bitch how you settle for them crumbs you get the lesser fee
They wanna cook that shit thats good I got the recipe
Lets go

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