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Tytuł: Off Glass

  • Wykonawca: Trina
  • Wy¶wietleń: 409
[Deuce Poppito]
  Lil momma you off glass
  
  [Trina]
  Uh, uh, uh, uh
  I know you like the way I shake that, drop that
  Cock back, make the pussy pop back
  Fuck a nigga in a Benz with the top back
  If you lyin on your dick, nigga stop that
  You wanna fuck me for free, nigga freeze that
  Show me where them D's at, lil momma needs that
  I need a nigga who gonna lick on the clit
  Who gonna pay all my bills
  Who gonna trick on the rent
  
  [Deuce Poppito]
  Well damn lil momma, can you swallow my dick?
  Can you keep that pussy poppin like a bottle of Cris?
  
  [Trina]
  Hell yeah cause you know lil momma about it for sure
  Cause off glass is my motto, my motto
  
  [Trina and Deuce Poppito]
  If you got plenty cash, in your Chanel bag, baby you off glass
  Ah-hah, lil' mama you off glass
  If you a high priced bitch with that ice round your wrist, you off glass
  Ah-hah, lil' mama you off glass
  And when your back in the club and pop that pussy for them thugs,
  Lil' mama You off glass
  Ah-hah, lil' mama you off glass
  And when you gettin plenty bread and got that fire, you off glass
  Ah-hah, lil' mama you off glass
  
  [Deuce Poppito]
  Lil momma got in goin on like the candy and chrome
  Off glass in cut with no panties on
  I don't know lil momma, it's just somethin about ya
  That make a nigga wanna fuck the dog shit out ya
  Do your thing lil momma go in twerk it bitch
  When Deuce Poppito see what you workin with
  In that see-thru shit with your nipples hard
  That shit gotta nigga dick triple hard
  
  [Trina]
  Yeah I know playboy
  It's just somethin about me
  It take a real nigga to bring the freak up out me
  Turn out the lights and slip up out me
  Ain't nann size dick you could keep out me
  
  [Deuce Poppito]
  Well damn lil momma, can you swallow my dick?
  Can you keep that pussy poppin like a bottle of Cris?
  
  [Trina]
  Hell yeah cause you know lil momma about it for sure
  Cause off glass is my motto, my motto
  
  [Trina and Deuce Poppito]
  If you got plenty cash, in your Chanel bag, baby you off glass
  Ah-hah, lil' mama you off glass
  If you a high priced bitch with that ice round your wrist, you off glass
  Ah-hah, lil' mama you off glass
  And when your back in the club and pop that pussy for them thugs,
  Lil' mama You off glass
  Ah-hah, lil' mama you off glass
  And when you gettin plenty bread and got that fire, you off glass
  Ah-hah, lil' mama you off glass
  
  [Trina]
  I know you like the way I bounce that, strip that, flip back
  Make the pussy drip back
  Niggas cryin like they broke, I ain't with that
  You better break a bitch off like a kit-kat
  I know you like the way lil momma mack work, your stack worth it
  I'mma fuck you till your back hurt
  I'm gettin grands hoe, you don't know nann hoe
  That'll stay fitted down to the sandals
  I know you like the way I throw that, slang that
  In MI, that's where I got my game at
  I'm Da Baddest Bitch, can't nothin' change that?
  Every nigga that I fucked, they done came back
  
  [Deuce Poppito]
  Well damn lil momma, can you swallow my dick?
  Can you keep that pussy poppin like a bottle of Cris?
  
  [Trina]
  Hell yeah cause you know lil momma about it for sure
  Cause off glass is my motto, my motto
  
  [Trina and Deuce Poppito]
  If you got plenty cash, in your Chanel bag, baby you off glass
  Ah-hah, lil' mama you off glass
  If you a high priced bitch with that ice round your wrist, you off glass
  Ah-hah, lil' mama you off glass
  And when your back in the club and pop that pussy for them thugs,
  Lil' mama You off glass
  Ah-hah, lil' mama you off glass
  And when you gettin plenty bread and got that fire, you off glass
  Ah-hah, lil' mama you off glass
  If you got plenty cash, in your Chanel bag, baby you off glass
  Ah-hah, lil' mama you off glass
  If you a high priced bitch with that ice round your wrist, you off glass
  Ah-hah, lil' mama you off glass
  And when your back in the club and pop that pussy for them thugs,
  Lil' mama You off glass
  Ah-hah, lil' mama you off glass
  And when you gettin plenty bread and got that fire, you off glass
  Ah-hah, lil' mama you off glass