Flewed Out
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Girl, you put it on me and you can’t go
Doing it to me, you make it way too hot to handle
I like lingerie on you, beloved at your ankles
Looking at me like the camera phone, all your angles (JustDoItBrisk)
I don’t wanna tell 'em 'cause they don’t understand, no
Shawty fucking me as if she don’t got a man, no
Through the city state, I got her flown out the bando
Through the city state, I got her blowin' out the bando
Ayy, if I pull up in that Wraith I bet she fuck me now
Bentley truck parked right behind it, we don’t fuck around
I’m talkin' Bar Harbor, ball harder, no Outlet nightmares
Christin Loub’s, Diors, we don’t do Nike Airs
Paron that’s for the pregame
Dulse make her do freak things
300 karats that’s 2 chains
She gon' fuck you better when she spoiled
And that pussy hit way better when she loyal, 'cause
Girl, you put it on me and you can’t go
Doing it to me, you make it way too hot to handle
I like lingerie on you, beloved at your ankles
Looking at me like the camera phone, all your angles
I don’t wanna tell 'em 'cause they don’t understand, no
Shawty fucking me as if she don’t got a man, no
Through the city state, I got her flown out the bando
Through the city state, I got her blowin' out the bandos
Commando, I ran though, I pull it and I Rambo
I do it, she look good, but can you do it with no hands, though?
I flew in straight to Paris and I took a bitch to Nando’s
I took her out the Honda and put her in a Lambo
I am, bro, the man, bro, I gotta fuck commando
I put it on the cam, though, and watch it in the mirror, bro
I’m rich and fuckin' lit, I fuck my chick, she understand though
I ran through the bands and I am what I am, Tory
Girl, you put it on me and you can’t go
Doing it to me, you make it way too hot to handle
I like lingerie on you, beloved at your ankles
Looking at me like the camera phone, all your angles
I don’t wanna tell 'em 'cause they don’t understand, no
Shawty fucking me as if she don’t got a man, no
Through the city state, I got her flown out the bando
Through the city state, I got her blowin' out the bandos
Doing it to me, you make it way too hot to handle
I like lingerie on you, beloved at your ankles
Looking at me like the camera phone, all your angles (JustDoItBrisk)
I don’t wanna tell 'em 'cause they don’t understand, no
Shawty fucking me as if she don’t got a man, no
Through the city state, I got her flown out the bando
Through the city state, I got her blowin' out the bando
Ayy, if I pull up in that Wraith I bet she fuck me now
Bentley truck parked right behind it, we don’t fuck around
I’m talkin' Bar Harbor, ball harder, no Outlet nightmares
Christin Loub’s, Diors, we don’t do Nike Airs
Paron that’s for the pregame
Dulse make her do freak things
300 karats that’s 2 chains
She gon' fuck you better when she spoiled
And that pussy hit way better when she loyal, 'cause
Girl, you put it on me and you can’t go
Doing it to me, you make it way too hot to handle
I like lingerie on you, beloved at your ankles
Looking at me like the camera phone, all your angles
I don’t wanna tell 'em 'cause they don’t understand, no
Shawty fucking me as if she don’t got a man, no
Through the city state, I got her flown out the bando
Through the city state, I got her blowin' out the bandos
Commando, I ran though, I pull it and I Rambo
I do it, she look good, but can you do it with no hands, though?
I flew in straight to Paris and I took a bitch to Nando’s
I took her out the Honda and put her in a Lambo
I am, bro, the man, bro, I gotta fuck commando
I put it on the cam, though, and watch it in the mirror, bro
I’m rich and fuckin' lit, I fuck my chick, she understand though
I ran through the bands and I am what I am, Tory
Girl, you put it on me and you can’t go
Doing it to me, you make it way too hot to handle
I like lingerie on you, beloved at your ankles
Looking at me like the camera phone, all your angles
I don’t wanna tell 'em 'cause they don’t understand, no
Shawty fucking me as if she don’t got a man, no
Through the city state, I got her flown out the bando
Through the city state, I got her blowin' out the bandos
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