AmiriLano

(I can't) (Ay ay What I say What I say) Love me a gangster, with tight jeans He trying to wife me He got a gun in his pants Ain't no fighting Bitches be talking that shit I don't like it I let him buy me a purse, if my nine fit They want to be just like Naani My life lit I cannot f*ck on no bitches I like dick I tell him drop the dick off, overnight it (Ay ay) Who the f*ck got a problem (What) Who the f*ck want smoke Take a hoe man and he giving me throat I ain't no stripper, but I got a pole Just like some bubble gum, I let it blow If he not tricking, then he got to go Run up his credit card, spend me some dough He call me Lil Baby, this pussy like Whoa Bitches be salty as f*ck, but I don't give a f*ck what she say I got racks in the bank Bitches be talking so heavy online When I see them in person, they almost get banked I saved your relationship Your man was choosing, but I curved his ass So, you better say thanks (You welcome) I want a platter, with crabs, some shrimp and some mussels Your boyfriend might take me to Frank's I'm a dark skinned, rich bitch, home wrecker, sexy and I don't give a f*ck (Period) Pull up your man, hop out, blow a kiss, then I get my titty sucked He like it, when I sit it on his face, spread my cheeks, then I get my kitty sucked (Mhmmm) He like it, when I sit it on his face, spread my cheeks, then I get my kitty sucked I like Smoove'L (I do) I think he sexy They call him Lefty Bae, if you hearing this song, can you text me You need to be in my life I'm a blessing This ain't no Palm Angels, but I'm flexing We can eat New Apollo's or some Mexican I ain't picky (No no) As long as you with me I be in Philly a lot I like Dickies, but I can get sexy in my Vickies I'm a romantic ass bitch, I leave hickies I'm a sweetheart, but I play with them blickies (Uh, yeah) I like Dickies, but I can get sexy in my Vickies I'm a romantic ass bitch, I leave hickies I'm a sweetheart, but I play with them blickies (Facts) Love me a gangster, wit tight jeans. He trying to wife me He got a gun in his pants Ain't no fighting Bitches be talking that shit I don't like it I let him buy me a purse, if my nine fit They want to be just like Naani My life lit I cannot f*ck on no bitches I like dick Tell him to drop the dick off, overnight it Love me a gangster, with tight jeans He trying to wife me He got a gun in his pants Ain't no fighting Bitches be talking that shit I don't like it I let him buy me a purse, if my nine fit They want to be just like Naani My life lit I cannot f*ck on no bitches I like dick Tell him to drop the dick off, overnight it (Hahahahah Yeah ay ay ay ay ay)