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Shayla Shanel Gessler
Shayla Shanel Gessler
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I bet she don't know when you say you're asleep...
I know all about her (Bout her)
And she don’t know about me
I know all about you (All about you)
And she don’t know about we
I heard bout your girlfriend [Bout your girlfriend]
Heard she for (Or from) the streets
I bet she don’t know when you say you asleep
You really be laying down wit me
Go ahead (Go ahead)
Tell her everything you told me
Tell her how on Friday night you came through
And we fucked to the morn---ing
Tell that bitch she can’t compete
There’s no comparing
You was my first I hope she know she temporary
I go hard about that dick
You already know I don’t gotta worry bout that shit
You ain’t know I’m really crazy bout him
Hope you know I ain’t playin bout him
Who gets more wetter? (Wetter)
I think we know who loves him better (Loves him better)
Who fucks him better (Fucks him better)
Yeah, he’s mine (He's mine)
Give it up, at least you tried (You tried)
All these dudes out here an you want mine? (Why you want mine?)
Pussy get more wet, you run him dry (You run him dry)
Told you hell be back, bitch go and cry (Oh)
Ain’t forget about you
Check her now, I’m checkin you too
Cuz boy you got some nerve
Your shit could be up on the curb -- right now
Boy you really got me hurtin-- right now
But it’s cool
If you walk out you lose
I know she don’t grip on it, lick on it, spit on it
Slide on it, grind on it, and ride on it
You know you can’t hide it
She can’t handle you like me, Ain't understandin you like me
Plus you look better with me, it’s forever wit me
I ain’t lettin you leave
So, go ahead (Go ahead babe)
Tell her everything you told me
Tell her how on Friday night you came through
And we fucked to the morn---ing
Tell that bitch she can’t compete , There’s no comparing
You was my first I hope she know she temporary
I go hard about that dick
You already know I don’t gotta worry bout that shit
You ain’t know I’m really crazy bout him
Hope you know I ain’t playin bout him
Who gets more wetter? (Gets more wetter)
I think we know who loves him better (Loves him better)
Who fucks him better (Fucks him better)
Yeah, bitch he’s mine (He's mine, he's mine)
Give it up, at least you tried (Yeah you tried)
All these dudes out here an you want mine (Why you want mine?)
Pussy get more wet, you run him dry (You run him dry, yeah)
Told you hell be back, bitch go and cry
Written by: Shayla Shanel Gessler
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