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How about I Turn you round Dick you down Oh I'm showin' out She pop that pussy like balloon, the back I'm blowin' out Yeah it get steamy in this bitch we smokin' stupid loud She make it creamy as can get, she makin' foreign sounds How about I Flood you out Icy wrist, better make it bounce I touch yo soul through yo panties, I see it through yo blouse Double click it when I stick it but I don't f*ck with mouse Planet Fitness, that's her witness, I'm known to work it out Let me see yo cleavage Let's keep it freaky Let's make a baby genius I swear I mean it No breaks, come take this beatin' You know you need it She want a spree in Fendi Give me a reason Is you gone plead and beg for it? Is you gone give me head for it? Pipe it, we hit the headboard She want some ass, I help her grow it I can't do feelings and you know it Hands off the dick you better blow it Hop on and ride, you better floor it You gotta show me you important Young nigga flyer than flamingo And she dig it, get paper like Kinko's We get nasty, we f*ck round and keep soap Look me up in my eyes when you (Shhh) I get in it, I hit her with deep strokes I might put her in ice, we don't need clothes Spend some Jacksons just like it was Tito I shoot right in her just like a free throw How about I Turn you round Dick you down Oh I'm showin' out She pop that pussy like balloon, the back I'm blowin' out Yeah it get steamy in this bitch we smokin' stupid loud She make it creamy as can get, she makin' foreign sounds How about I Flood you out Icy wrist, better make it bounce I touch yo soul through yo panties, I see it through yo blouse Double click it when I stick it but I don't f*ck with mouse Planet Fitness, that's her witness, I'm known to work it out I tell her Saddle up Paddle up Just can't be actin' up Know I got different bitches, you gotta battle up How I know if you the one for me or is it lust? I ain't lookin' for no love baby I only crush How about I Turn you round Dick you down Oh I'm showin' out She pop that pussy like balloon, the back I'm blowin' out Yeah it get steamy in this bitch we smokin' stupid loud She make it creamy as can get, she makin' foreign sounds How about I Flood you out Icy wrist, better make it bounce I touch yo soul through yo panties, I see it through yo blouse Double click it when I stick it but I don't f*ck with mouse Planet Fitness, that's her witness, I'm known to work it out