Hott$cott - On Baby

Do yo' shit sis
Lizard lick sis
Sip this sip sis
It's my drip sis

Do a split on the dick
Like a trick sis
And I know you lit
Fuck me like you owe me this

She don't know me but approach me on some homie shit
Ain't no boxing me
Sensei bitch no Socrates

Pulled up to her property
Took ten now she topping me
Got that pussy popping me
Her kegels a camaraderie

Her name was diamond she was a dancer she wanna' marry and have me romance her
Her name was Cocoa and she was a cancer lil' bit too sensitive but she a chance it
CeCe had character mouth was outstanding Ricardo Tisci on private strip landings
Money gun full of ones but it ain't jamming baby gon shake it while she in a hand stand

She pull up hopping out (drop it)
Ass popping out (Stop it)
Shorty going crazy (Go crazy)
She dropping twerk on baby (On baby)

Draped in fashion nova (the nova)
I'm trying to drake controller (Controller)
You know ten toes (Ya know)
Make her bend it over (Bend it over)

On baby (Shake it)
On baby (Baby go crazy)
On baby (Baby go brazy)
On baby (This shit amazing)
On baby (High like a Haitian)
On baby (Eyes like a Asian)
On baby (Baby got braids)
On baby (Baby got waves)
On baby

Tall brown skin thick short
Fat pretty ugly you know it's whatever with me baby come get up with me baby we getting money

There go that crazy bitch (Haaa)
She gone shake some shit (Gon shake it)
Just don't tase the bitch (Don't tase her)
Cause we can't save the bitch (Can't save her)

Gang nem' popping out (For real)
Bring them bots out (Lil tills)
We at the slot now (On bro)
She gone top down (Good throat)

On baby lil baby shaking she ain't even naked these negus can't take it
They want to go half on a baby And wife she 'Yonce and fuck her like Meagan
The stallion k3 be wilding be throwing these ones whenever they piling
Like a big booty freak on an island rock the boat no Aaliyah I'm driving

You can't run from this dick when I drop it
Negus broke baby tell them to stop it
Turn shit up now I look like a mosh pit
Throw that ass in a circle and drop it

She gone throw that thing back in slow motion
She a folly girl how she be stroking
See the look in her eyes she be hoping
3 and pot throw that guac cause we rolling

Written by:
Scott Haynes

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