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Pose Lyrics - Artist : Tsu Surf
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Yeah Oh, whoa She gave her soul to a nigga How we make it last Told her, "Pose for the picture." Ya heart cold, girl You home for the winter You playin' way too many games Way too many games She gave her soul to a nigga How we make it last Told her, "Pose for the picture." Ya heart cold, girl You home for the winter You playin' way too many games Way too many games (Uh!) Good girl, I heard the house save her; group sex wit' clout-chasers Broken path, she might sell her soul for that Birkin bag Body structure, see the cuts in the waist Only see them stars when she got fucked in that Wraith Still fantasize, ex nigga tatted on her panty line Turn a mean bitch into a fan-of-mine Badass, smart face, big dreams, small waist Think she from a small state, monopoly I let her shop at Park Place Heart broke but she don't give a damn, bigger plans Tell you frustrated by ya Instagram You ain't doin' nothin'? I could fix ya plans She want a boyfriend but never could get a man Then why she can't get a man? It feel wetter in red bottom heels, leather A soul lost, hope that Henny make her feel better It feel wetter in red bottom heels, leather A soul lost, I hope that Henny make her feel better She gave her soul to a nigga How we make it last Told her, "Pose for the picture." Ya heart cold, girl You home for the winter You playin' way too many games Way too many games She gave her soul to a nigga How we make it last Told her, "Pose for the picture." Ya heart cold, girl You home for the winter You playin' way too many games Way too many games (Uh) A private jet, you wan' fly or not? Private spot, you poppin' out Goin' till she cotton-mouth, her coochie smell like [?] No corny bitch, five star foreign dish Order steak, you order fish, fuck out that forty inches (Asleep) She the baddest, had to text she left her lashes by my mattress PH balance, only H2O wit' salad Had to have it, Gucci addict, only vintage, very classic, savage Alexa, play "Real Niggas in Paris" What you whinin' 'bout? My dessert after we finished dinin' out? Oh, we play the crib, you into hidin' out? I might be a fan-of-yours Couple things you could do wit' that manicure Couple things you could do wit' that— She gave her soul to a nigga How we make it last Told her, "Pose for the picture." Ya heart cold, girl You home for the winter You playin' way too many games Way too many games She gave her soul to a nigga How we make it last Told her, "Pose for the picture." Ya heart cold, girl You home for the winter You playin' way too many games Way too many games |
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