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Yo Kidd, what up
843 stand the fuck (It'z Micaiah nigga)
843 shit, 843 shit (it'z Micaiah)
I got a bad bitch
She ain't got no weight on her stomach
She say I make her kitty wet
She always want me to touch it
I look her dead inside her eyes
And let them cheeks get to blushing
Then she let me clap that ass
I left it messy and gushy
Ight
I ain't your savior
But I'll help you reach da promise land
Knowing you will never want for nun
Made you in love again
You fuckin with a boss now
I'll take it slow baby
It don't make no sense to even rush now
Ah ha
I grab her hips
And put my gun on her dresser
Told her once you meet a finesser
You won't stand for nun lesser
I snap you back to reality
Dick make you fold under pressure
She know we friends with benefits
I'll always leave her with pleasure
She ain't know I been 19
She said lil boy you Impressive
I told her thank you
Say she like it when I do it aggressive
Baby open up your legs
And send that pussy a message
I rather give it to you raw
Ain't got no time for second guessing
I'm one of one baby it ain't nun to it
You talk that shit all through your text
When I pull on you then prove it
I'm trying get in dat punani
Cuz it's on my to do list
Hit from da back till she exhausted
Have her ass going stupid
I wanna slim fine momma
With some twerk with it
Never no pressure bout a Nigga
Cuz she independent
She like to get it out the mud
So she ain't even tripping
I trying to bussdown my lil baby
Have my shawty dripping (The Kidd)
See ima, Bad bitch
Don't need a nigga for nothing
And when I throw this ass back
He better catch it no running
He gotta have bought five stacks
If he think that I'm coming
Because I'm bad like Mic Jack
He wanna beat it percussion
Don't do no faking
And I don't do no bluffing
I name that nigga ice spice
Cause he just get to munching
I tell that nigga think twice
If he think that we hunching
I got em screaming blue balls
When that dick get to clutching
Bad bitches with they own bag
Holla (Oh yeah)
Real niggas with they own bag
Holla (Oh yeah)
See they ain't quite like me
Pretty face, white tee
Skinny legs tight jeans
Niggas holla (Oh yeah)
They call me Mr. independent
Cause I'm super like intendant
Got em stretching out his tendons
While I'm giving him the business
Got that energy like Latto
Give it to me like Mavado
All these niggas do is follow
While I'm smoking on gelato
I'm one of one baby it ain't nun to it
You talk that shit all through your text
When I pull on you then prove it
I'm trying to get in dat punani
Cuz it's on my to do list
Hit from the back till she exhausted
Have her ass goin stupid
I wanna slim fine momma
With some twerk wit it
Never no pressure bout a Nigga
Cuz she independent
She like to get it out the mud
So she ain't even tripping
I trying to bussdown my lil baby
Have my shawty dripping
Say all my chuck town bitches
We ready
Say all my chuck town bitches
We ready
Say all my chuck town niggas
We ready
Say all my chuck town niggas
We ready
It's the motherfucking Kidd
Aka the motherfucking Mac
And I told y'all niggas y'all time was ticking
But now your times up
Itz micaiah nigga
Aye u can keep all that shit too

Written by:
EMMANUEL THOMAS, MICAIAH LINCOLN

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