Dakoda Payne - We Don't Love 'Em

Ay, Lady La
You see that bad lil' bitch over there
Where At
I'm bout to get at her
Boy quit playing
Psh, man, please, girl
She coming with me
Girl, you fine, but your friend look finer
All that ass, she must get it from her mama
Fuck your name, I'm just tryna get behind ya
Friends for the night, be a one-timer
We don't love them hoes, nah, we don't cuff em
We don't love them hoes, nah, we just fuck em
We don't love them hoes, nah, we don't love em
We don't love them hoes, nah, we don't love em
We don't love them hoes, nah, we don't cuff em
We don't love them hoes, nah, we just fuck em
We don't love them hoes, nah, we don't love em
We don't love them hoes, nah, we don't love em
Line em up, one, two, three
Let's play a game, who fuckin' with C
She fuck with you? Nah, she fuck with me
Now bend her over, watch me smash to this beat
Stop playin' trick, huh, they want that real
Eight inches in that ass, somethin' she could really feel
Boy stop playin'? This pussy got em gone
Put em in my face and watch me take em home
Okay, you can take em home, I'll take em backseat
Long bone, then I drop em off, taxi
Aight, aight, I'm hearin' what you say
Like my boo Tiana say, let's make this here a three way
Girl, you fine, but your friend look finer
All that ass, she must get it from her mama
Fuck your name, I'm just tryna get behind ya
Friends for the night, be a one-timer
We don't love them hoes, nah, we don't cuff em
We don't love them hoes, nah, we just fuck em
We don't love yhem hoes, nah, we don't love em
We don't love them hoes, nah, we don't love em
We don't love them hoes, nah, we don't cuff em
We don't love them hoes, nah, we just fuck em
We don't love them hoes, nah, we don't love em
We don't love them hoes, nah, we don't love em
Ta-ta-titty boppin, booty poppin'
I ain't that impressed, you ain't even top ten
You used to them niggas when they head go to cockin'
Now, eat this box till your jaws go to lockin'
Lady La, thicky thighs slimy waist
Now licky licky, tell me how this kitty taste
How that kitty taste, nah, how this dick feel
Knock it out the park no angels in this outfield
I'm on demon time, I got that dick rewind
Make em run it back, run it back a couple times
I don't fuck with dimes, them hoes be stuck up
I like them freaky nines, cause they do butt stuff
Bad brown thing coming straight from the T-dot
I need a wing woman, not a fucking C-Block
Let's flip this bitch make her hotter than a teapot
I make her take dick
While I make her eat twat
We don't love them hoes, nah, we don't cuff em
We don't love them hoes, nah, we just fuck em
We don't love yhem hoes, nah, we don't love em
We don't love them hoes, nah, we don't love em
We don't love them hoes, nah, we don't cuff em
We don't love them hoes, nah, we just fuck em
We don't love them hoes, nah, we don't love em
We don't love them hoes, nah, we don't love em

Written by:
Cee Jay, La P

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