Rich Nanni - Mata

Love was all I had
He from New York, I like gimme that mata
I was a bad bitch, he was a shota
I ain't no regular bitch
Told him to fuck with me, it's gon' cost ya
He ain't no regular trick
Ain't trickin' if you got it like that
He hang up and I'm callin' right back
Damn, baby, how you got me like that
Started on the counter now we on the sofa
He on demon, put a four in the soda
He fold me up like we doin' yoga
He feelin' good, he lucky I chose him
And he know how to fuck, I ain't even have to coach him
Ahh
He know how to fuck, I ain't even have to coach him
I eat that dick up just like hibachi
We 69, just like Tekashi
Dip is creamy, just like a Frosty
Sippin' in the morning, just like coffee
Sippin' in the morning, just like, uh
Sippin' in the morning, just like, you know
You should this pussy good
Try to leave me, I wish you would
You'll never find a bitch better
You'll never find a bitch wetter
Soak him, he need an umbrella
Make him sing to it, Coachella
I'm from the A, I'm like, gimme some head
If he act broke, I'ma leave him on read
He like, I got you, trickin' ain't dead
He tell me shut up and just lift up them legs
He talk to the pussy like his name Ted
That's a Ted Talk
Pussy in his face with my legs locked
I like, uh
I like it rough, put me in the headlock
This my dick forever, give my shit away
You a better not
Rich Nani
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh-huh
Gimme that mata, nigga
Gimme that mata, nigga
Gimme that, Gimme that

Written by:
Zhanei Strozier

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