Breakfast Santana - Rap Songz (feat. Mindy)

She like rap songz
But she like hoot rat songs
Call her up on her trap phone
Shake her ass with her tracks sewn in
I like when she do the clap on clap off
Imma eat her wax on wax off
If I can't get all up in them draws
Baby can you back it up or back off
She only do it with her best friend
Or in the mirror solo
She only fuck with hood niggas
In Gucci or Polo
She might hit you with the okie doke or no way Jose
Do you smoke or do you get paid
I know all the right shit to say
I might have to make this my bae

The bitch got a booty like Baggin Saggin Barry
I got money and I ain't afraid to share it
I'll fuck you like a rabbit if you looking for the carrot
Got the diamond dancing on a naked hoe I let her wear it
I'm in her deep I need a buoy I might drown down town
Don't make a peep let's make a movie with no sound smoking loud
Moving them cheeks harder to think
I want that pink part with that dark meat
She so hot it alarm me
She like to fuck no R&B just

She like rap songz
But she like hoot rat songs
Call her up on her trap phone
Shake her ass with her tracks sewn in
I like when she do the clap on clap off
Imma eat her wax on wax off
If I can't get all up in them draws
Baby can you back it up or back off
She only do it with her best friend
Or in the mirror solo
She only fuck with hood niggas
In Gucci or Polo
She might hit you with the okie doke or no way Jose
Do you smoke or do you get paid
I know all the right shit to say
I might have to make this my bae

Give me a beat
I'll move my ass like a fan for this heat
Ask the DJ to make it repeat
I'll take it down like I took me a seat
Then I get up hoe
Thick bitch and ya man know
Built big like a Tahoe
Ass round like an Afro
Been green yeah I'm on go
I got O's bigger than Winfrey
Say I'm finger licking like a ten piece
Dive in yeah he get deep
But he gliding out like some jet skis
See a lotta shit don't impress me
A lame nigga can't address me
No bitch could out dress me
Only God himself could finesse me

She like rap songz
But she like hoot rat songs
Call her up on her trap phone
Shake her ass with her tracks sewn in
I like when she do the clap on clap off
Imma eat her wax on wax off
If I can't get all up in them draws
Baby can you back it up or back off
She only do it with her best friend
Or in the mirror solo
She only fuck with hood niggas
In Gucci or Polo
She might hit you with the okie doke or no way Jose
Do you smoke or do you get paid
I know all the right shit to say
I might have to make this my bae

How many times do I gotta tell you hoes
Need me a freak but she do it on the low low low
Rolling my weed dig in her spleen
Her record clean hate to be seen
But she eat the pussy mean
Got me looking like a fiend
Call her my shawty baby
Do you wanna go overseas
Swimming deep in your ovaries
Do you like your eggs overeasy
Beat it up it ain't over easy
We going round for round
She mean but I like her style
Caught me looking at her profile
Dancing to

She like rap songz
But she like hoot rat songs
Call her up on her trap phone
Shake her ass with her tracks sewn in
I like when she do the clap on clap off
Imma eat her wax on wax off
If I can't get all up in them draws
Baby can you back it up or back off
She only do it with her best friend
Or in the mirror solo
She only fuck with hood niggas
In Gucci or Polo
She might hit you with the okie doke or no way Jose
Do you smoke or do you get paid
I know all the right shit to say
I might have to make this my bae

Written by:
Mindy Louis, Mischaela Mathews

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