Yung Tory - Rastar 4 Ever

Bitch, Hold on
Shit, hold on
She eat it up with the bun on
Told her clean it up with her clothes off
I told y’all
Hike go long
Baby I ain’t tryna love no one
Imma heat it up the stove off

Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh

Baby go ahead turn your phone on
She gon let me in like a door knob
It’s lit, go off

Lit, lit

Mhmm, oh yeah

Pum pum controlla
I’m a rastar baby for eva

Said she never found someone better
Baby no never say never
But baby you clever
Open up I was pulling her lever
Her bawty felt like a feather
Shit so soft
Can we spend one night together
Say she livin no time for commitment
I don’t mind lil baby I’m wit it
I like nurses tend to the business
Buy you purses cause your persistent
Yeah I’m kitty come twerk it for daddy
I ain’t perfect might hurt your lil feelings
I get stupid like fuck it I’m wit it
Lil girl tell her do it, she did it
Hood girl came from trenches
Gimme head
On her reds
I ain’t trippin, I’m trippie
On her for head I shitted
Bad bitch came with a blicky

Bitch, Hold on
Shit, hold on
She eat it up with the bun on
Told her clean it up with her clothes off
I told y’all
Hike go long
Baby I ain’t tryna love no one
I’m a rastar baby forever

Written by:
prodyoshi, Wuzyprod, Itory Patterson-Christie, Ante O\\\\\\\'Connor

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