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Jay Ford
Jay Ford
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Jay Ford
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Yes I want him chocolate I want hair on his chest yes Bout his business collared shirt And beard down his neck Open doors set up dates text me get dressed What's next Trauma healed and sex appeal that makes me confess Big poppa me roll broccoli ahhh bust poppyseeds Ball on me and when you need real love call on me Blow my mind fuck whine and dine Don't waste my time Cryin Pull it over sex me with speed and pay yo fines Take time to teach me the street code Meet the plug I'll hold the strap he keeps those More than lust stay for the fuss I'm who you trust I'm Who gives all might be too much No remedies I'm what you need that x3 Pay me in honesty don't let nobody come for me But see you you can cum for me While Im riding you under me I be bouncing And sliding I got you Grinding and gripping cheeks Do it baby stick it baby pop it for me It's the extra melanin the chocolate for me He ain't talking bricks but said the rock is for me We ain't talking missy baby sock it to me I'm in yo city Pull up come and get it Freaky deaky Been it if you with it then I'm with it I'm in you city Pull up come and get it I'm in yo city Pull up come and get it Yes I want him country I want locs in his hair Smile that lights the room And there's no bulb to compare King body type that'll fuck up his team bout me Spin the block bust out the window and leave bodies More than 33s I want pops in his knees But Just cause he of age that don't mean he can lead Queen of the leader make him feel good Hold the 2liters Excellent pleaser With the sweet love I'm no Anita Got his broken by the last bitch He didn't beat her Packed up his shit decided that he just rather leave her I'm coming through with confirmation No you didn't need her Come link with me Cause it's like relax and kick ya feet up Higher vibrations talk bout escaping falling nations Each day vacations no more labor no more rat races Skinny bitch takin it you in deep ain't no mistaking it Problems get plated when he go off and put his face in it Do it baby stick it baby pop it for me It's the extra melanin the chocolate for me He ain't talking bricks but said the rock is for me We ain't talking missy baby sock it to me I'm in yo city Pull up come and get it Freaky deaky Been it if you with it then I'm with it I'm in you city Pull up come and get it I'm in yo city Pull up come and get it Sat down & taught me the street code Never leave the house unprotected he keeping those Respect where I'm headed He look at me he like go get it Shawty gone make it Won't do no stressin or no beggin Thug under Cupid if it's bout me he turn big stupid Thug under Cupid if it's bout me he turn big stupid Prioritized me turned his phone off and computers Yes he pursuing it ain't no other bitch can ruin it Can't fit his shoes and shit He's no Nike he just doin it
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