King D3rty - FYB (feat. Blitz)

Ayy
Ima fuck yo bitch
Ima fuck yo bitch
Tell that nigga don't bring her around
Ima fuck yo bitch
Ima fuck yo bitch
Ima fuck his bitch
Tell that bitch don't come around
I'm the prince of the pussy, but she calling me king of the cat and she all on my lap
I go chuck her the deuskey
I ain't cap on the track I just follow my roots see
I ain't flippin' on that
I just come on her back
Superman on the track but she braggin on that
I get lost in the ass but I come up for air when i'm drownin in
Back seat pussy be the goddamn best
When you fuckin it raw and she telling you to come on her chest
Put the steering wheel down we making a mess
We making a mess
Point I'm making don't trust no ho
She gone bend over when money involved
Draggin your wallet all on the floor
Hit it and quit it yeah problem solved
Ayy
Ima fuck yo bitch
Ima fuck yo bitch
Tell that nigga don't bring her around
Ima fuck yo bitch
Ima fuck yo bitch
Ima fuck his bitch
Tell that bitch don't come around
Ayy
I'm gone fuck yo bitch
That bitch keep calling my phone
Bitch keep throwin out hints
She was on that all along
I think about it now it all makes sense
Now she at my house with her cheeks and thighs out asking for the dick
She heard i'm hung low
And plus these diamonds and baguettes its like a sun show
I got a thick latina chick she call me sancho
Gentlemen so i ain't give her the dick
Go from a jack to a king in this shit
But the next time ima tell you like this
Ayy
Ima fuck yo bitch
Ima fuck yo bitch
Tell that nigga don't bring her around
Ima fuck yo bitch
Ima fuck yo bitch
Ima fuck his bitch
Tell that bitch don't come around
She ain't gone spit
I made her gulp
I made her gag
I made her choke
I made it touch that lil dangly thing that swing in the back of her throat
It's a uvula
I like hos with nice toes and it goes to show
How nice clothes can mold a bad broad
From trolls to shine bright like gold
It's like no one got you all hype
You looking just right
Her knees weak
Her damn panties soaked
My dick pulsating from how hard she stroked
I got mad at her for how good she choked
She got mad at me when the condom broke
Fuck
Plan B boutta be on me
I ain't about to pay a child support fee
Lace my Jays up just to see me flee
And get back to fucking your ho properly
Ayy
Ima fuck yo bitch
Ima fuck yo bitch
Tell that nigga don't bring her around
Ima fuck yo bitch
Ima fuck yo bitch
Ima fuck his bitch
Tell that bitch don't come around

Written by:
Briant Washington, Juan Sanchez

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