Nemo P - No Mas

I make it lit In this bitch dont i
I got her shaking and shit know why
The money is cooking she smell the aroma
Prolific we strong feel our persona
Big guns send shots like toma
Doing this shit till i cant no mas
Devour the pussy till she say no mas
Collect the breesh till Its no mas
I make it lit in this bitch dont i
I got her shaking and shit know why
The money is cooking she smell the aroma
Prolific we strong feel our persona
Big guns send shots like toma
Doing this shit till i cant no mas
Devour the pussy till she say no mas
Collect the breesh till Its no mas
Tokyo drift pull up In a raifee
Where i’m from it was never not safe
Practice make perfect keep breesh in the safe
Sail up on me late night gimme that face
She love how i taste
I can relate
Catch the same vibes when you my on face
After we fucc it’s bacc to cake
Big cat i keep food on the plate
Taught you the digi
So weigh all these plates
Timing impeccable cannot be late
Recycle the dollar let it circulate
The phony fake shit i do not mistake
Most niggas jelly filled up wit hate
Smile in ya face then perpetrate
Stay at attention must see the snakes
Keep a big forty make you levitate
Only one mission that’s to Escape
For the level up do whatever it takes
Cafe piffy in the kitchen i bake
My mind elevated threw any state
Real niggas fwm state to state
Lil mama so curvy number eight
Rode off the dealer wit new paper plates
Rims forgioto interior suede
Drippin this juice call it minute maid
My trap still bumpin like 808s
Coke come fresher than a new fade
Smoking on cookies made by lemonade
These bitches dont love me they love the name
Stuck on breesh like tf Is fame
Stay to myself in own lane
Bitch im hot blue fire flames
Bitch im hot blue fire flames
I make it lit In this bitch dont i
I got her and shaking shit know why
The money is cooking she smell the aroma
Prolific we strong feel our persona
Big guns send shots like toma
Doing this shit till i cant no mas
Devour the pussy till she say no mas
Collect the breesh till Its no mas
Make it lit in this bitch dont i
I got her shaking and shit know why
The money is cooking she smell the aroma
Prolific we strong feel our persona
Big guns send shots like toma
Doing this shit till i cant no mas
Devour the pussy till she say no mas
Collect the breesh till Its no mas

Written by:
Rashene Thigpen

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