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Cash Cobain

Composição de: Cash Cobain / Matt Nadler / Michael Rainey Jr.
I'm tryna fuck you not love you
Don't want you to get in your feelings
If we gon fuck in the party
I want everybody to hear it
I could tell that you wanna fuck me
I could tell by the way that you staring
I want you to ride it, just like you drive it with the 
automatic steering
The way that she wiling the way that she crying, she bout 
to cum I can hear it
If we being honest, lil mama the finest, the type of girl I
 wanna marry
She know she got it, that pussy popping I don't gotta call 
up Mary
The way that she wax it, that shit was Brazilian she do not
 do the hairy

She don't got plans I told her come over
She do not drank she said she a smoker
So treat my dick just like a ruler
That pussy was fresh it don't got no odor
Her ex gotta keep it pushing like a stroller, tss
Can I bend you over?
She already know I pray to the Slizzy God like Jehovah
If I cannot have you, I'ma be mad boo, I don't want no one,
 ay
It feel like I have to, I gotta have you, like damn

I'm tryna fuck you not love you
Don't want you to get in your feelings
If we gon fuck in the party
I want everybody to hear it
I could tell that you wanna fuck me
I could tell by the way that you staring
I want you to ride it, just like you drive it with the 
automatic steering
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The way that she wiling the way that she crying, she bout 
to cum I can hear it
If we being honest, lil mama the finest, the type of girl I
 wanna marry
She know she got it, that pussy popping I don't gotta call 
up Mary
The way that she wax it, that shit was Brazilian she do not
 do the hairy
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