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Messy Lyrics - Artist : Fat Trel
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Yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah Bitch, I'm in my section, goin' hard, I'm reckless And that bitch is so wet, way she kissin' my neck gave me an erection Got some shit on the flight, what I did in one night, I just sent her to Texas Grandma on the phone, in love with her voice, I needed a blessing Bitch, I'm so extra, goin' hard, I'm mixin' I'm still in the kitchen, I'm whippin' it right, I'm stretchin' the extra Fall back and I catch it, that shit was a blessing Better than gettin' indicted, better than gettin' arrested Poppin' shit about a Bentley truck, my baby pulled up on me in a Lambo I just went and put the twenties up, a nigga purchased up all of the ammo You know a nigga don't give a fuck, I was really honkin', fishin' in camo Lend a bitch pussy a hand low, and that bitch bust out the bando, whoa, whoa Versace shoppin', you know papi got it Steak and calamari at a private party I cannot fuck on no thottie thottie I'ma need me a lil' homebody I'ma need me a lil' bad bitch Pussy so good, wrote a song 'bout it Niggas ain't goin' home 'bout it In the jail fightin' over phones 'bout it I cannot fuck on no nobody, like A-Rod, I'm showin' body Baby bad with a bum body, I ain't gon' tell nobody I'ma take you out to dinner, mami, had a baby daddy, I ain't know 'bout it Steak and fish and chicken, Benihana Had a hoodie pocket, they ain't know 'bout Bitch, I'm in my section, goin' hard, I'm reckless And that bitch is so wet, way she kissin' my neck gave me an erection Got some shit on the flight, what I did in one night, I just sent her to Texas Grandma on the phone, in love with her voice, I needed a blessing Bitch, I'm so extra, goin' hard, I'm mixin' I'm still in the kitchen, I'm whippin' it right, I'm stretchin' the extra Fall back and I catch it, that shit was a blessing Better than gettin' indicted, better than gettin' arrested All my niggas doin' murders and robberies, police labelled me a prodigy Son of a bitch, they was callin' me, son of God, I gotta be Had to call my nigga Visa up, tell him we don't need apologies Made me go and put the Beamer up, you gon' make me go inside of me Real nigga, I gotta be Same nigga that draw down when he saw the opposition, spotted me Had to make it out a tight squeeze Had to show a nigga fake love just to make money, they ain't like me Had to fly my niggas out of town, bitch, West Coast just to sight see You can love me, ain't gon' like me I got them shooters like Ali I'm on the beach where the night's free Pussy good and the price cheap Want a hood, I got a nice three Niggas droppin' bodies like they legal Lil' fish, bitch, the right time Nigga ballin' on 'em like an eagle, yeah yeah Bitch, I'm in my section, goin' hard, I'm reckless And that bitch is so wet, way she kissin' my neck gave me an erection Got some shit on the flight, what I did in one night, I just sent her to Texas Grandma on the phone, in love with her voice, I needed a blessing Bitch, I'm so extra, goin' hard, I'm Mexican I'm still in the kitchen, I'm whippin' it right, I'm stretchin' the extra Fall back and I catch it, that shit was a blessing Better than gettin' indicted, better than gettin' arrested |
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