t-joya superbowl sunday freestyle şarkı sözleri

Running it back like Edwards-Helaire She touchdown I'm pulling her hair She bus down Bay Bucs down Get Mike Evans up in the air The bay too hot 38 Hot Florida thot Blow up my spot Tell her to chill I'll handle the bill Then choke her out like Tyreek Hill Blow some loud like Tyrann Mathieu Come to the Bayou he might blast you Run up a bomb and he might catch you Pick that shit off, back to the crib I spit too hard might break a rib Don't cap dont lie but I might fib I'm a good guy but i might sin She want me to f*ck her friend Need a girl from Kansas City Southern belle with all them curves She dump me I'm feelin shitty But I got more like horderves First name Tristan just like Wirfs Yo bitch smell like surf and turf Hit me up come get this work Bitch I'm plugged up this my turf From down south like AB Range too vast like KD White boy swag like Scotty Miller She touch my hair I might kill her If she ride then I might feel her F*ck her once and I might drill her Then it's deuces gotta go Throwing cash on Ro-Jo Old school new school what's the word Tables turn now you gon learn Pat Mahomes it's yo turn Sling that shit back let it burn Tom Brady he run the game But on Giselle we run the train BITCH
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