Print

Gotta be 'bout it Cook that shit up, Quay Gotta be 'bout it Gotta be 'bout it I'm 'bout it, 'bout it Gotta be 'bout it, 'bout it Gotta be 'bout it, 'bout it Bitch, I'm 'bout it, 'bout it Yeah She say she fuckin' on me tonight Gonna suck on that D with ice, ayy Pussy nice and tight tonight Doin' up brain and pipe Said she 'bout it Lil' bitch I'm 'bout it, 'bout it Oh is you 'bout it? Lil' bitch I'm 'bout it, 'bout it Yeah, killin' the pussy Bitch I got bodies on bodies Yeah, cook it up, cook it up Bitch I'm 'bout it, 'bout it ('Bout it, yeah) 'Bout it, 'bout it Lil' bitch I'm 'bout it, 'bout it Lil' bitch I'm 'bout it, 'bout it Lil' bitch I'm 'bout it, 'bout it Letras de canciones Young bitch thinkin' I'm from 'luminati Deposit I made in my closet At random I posed the body Yeah, [?] (Boom, boom, boom, boom) Bodies on bodies Got bodies on bodies, got bodies on bodies, yeah Don't tell nobody Don't tell nobody, don't tell nobody, yeah Get booted up, pull up and pipe her Catch a body like I'm a real lifer (Boom) In the city like I'm the dice Take a gamble, come play with your life Is you 'bout it? (Is you 'bout it?) Bitch, I'm 'bout it, 'bout it (I'm 'bout it, 'bout it) That Rol' on my wrist, that Lil Yachty (Ice) Beat the pussy like Mr. Miyagi They make crack like, they fill pack like, then like Master P we wanna joog Findin' bodies, catchin' bodies way 'fore Boyz n the Hood (Uh) Fuck the 12 here and the chop hop us up there And that 4-4 they keep on the shelves (Whoa) I'm gonna fuck on that ho, ain't gonna tell She say she fuckin' on me tonight Gonna suck on that D with ice, ayy Pussy nice and tight tonight Doin' up brain and pipe Said she 'bout it Lil' bitch I'm 'bout it, 'bout it Oh is you 'bout it? Lil' bitch I'm 'bout it, 'bout it Yeah, killin' the pussy Bitch I got bodies on bodies Yeah, cook it up, cook it up Bitch I'm 'bout it, 'bout it ('Bout it, yeah) 'Bout it, 'bout it Lil' bitch I'm 'bout it, 'bout it Lil' bitch I'm 'bout it, 'bout it Lil' bitch I'm 'bout it, 'bout it Roll up a burner inside it Pull up and fuck it, no coughin' She suck on the D, need a rubber That pussy be drippin' like water Yeah, she came out of Canada She fresh off a banana boat No Tony Montana (Yeah, yeah) Made that bitch eat a cantaloupe (Eat it up, eat it up) Put that boot in her bootyhole Make her leak out her panties (Leak, leak) Lil' bitch I'm 'bout it, 'bout it (Oh, is you 'bout it) Got dick like a Xanny (Yeah) I fuck from the back with a cannon Lil' mama got nipple like Janet On Super Bowl winnin' all Grammys In the kitchen I trap like the candy Oh is you 'bout it? I'm poppin' a Perc while she panic When she busts she do it dramatic Got a 4-4 that shoot automatic Got them Benjamins stacked for your habits Dolce Gabbana and dabbin' Make her spit on the dick, make it nasty Make her spit on the dick, make it nasty She say she fuckin' on me tonight Gonna suck on that D with ice, ayy Pussy nice and tight tonight Doin' up brain and pipe Said she 'bout it Lil' bitch I'm 'bout it, 'bout it Oh is you 'bout it? Lil' bitch I'm 'bout it, 'bout it Yeah, killin' the pussy Bitch I got bodies on bodies Yeah, cook it up, cook it up Bitch I'm 'bout it, 'bout it ('Bout it, yeah) 'Bout it, 'bout it Lil' bitch I'm 'bout it, 'bout it Lil' bitch I'm 'bout it, 'bout it Lil' bitch I'm 'bout it, 'bout it From Letras Mania