Crafty Barnardo - WET PUSSY

He don't want no problems, You know that boy will get stomp
And grip fucked his bitch, And I'm the type to pull up at his front lawn
I was jus tryna be on positivity, Tried to play me like a hoe I ain't feeling it
If a nigga backstab me, I'm killing him
Put trust in a bitch, Hell nah is you kidding man
He don't want no smoke, He jus wanna smoke
He jus wanna go home, He don't wanna throw hands
That boy is a hoe, But he don't got no hoes
Paraplegic, That boy ain't ten toes
Paper at kinkos, How wet hed folded
Put trust innat bih, No I can't, must be kidding man
Drew down in hot topic, Yeah I had to hit the man
Dolo, Me, You niggas is bitches man
Feel like da baby, Where da fuck my digits man
Farmer John wit the shit, Where my chicken, damn
I know I'm spazzing, But I do not give a damn
Bora bora wit yo bitch, We on different sand
She said Crafty is a trip, I'ma different tab
Yup
I jus slapped him, I don't give a duck
I'm still geeking, but I don't do drugs
If she sucking, she swallowing nut
I'm turnt up, Yup
She did it, she swallowed my semen
Made a racket in here, like Serena
Got the magic, my bitch like Sabrina
He don't want no smoke, He jus wanna smoke
He jus wanna go home, He don't wanna throw hands
That boy is a hoe, But he don't got no hoes
Paraplegic, That boy ain't ten toes
Paper at kinkos, How wet hed folded
He don't want no smoke, He jus wanna smoke
He jus wanna go home, He don't wanna throw hands
That boy is a hoe, But he don't got no hoes
Paraplegic, That boy ain't ten toes
Paper at kinkos, How wet hed folded

Written by:
Mauryce Allen

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