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exetra archive - all night كلمات أغنية

[intro]
(exetra beatz made it)
(senk, pop it up)

[chorus: yeat]
f_ckin’ on my thot, made her ship the wock’
she suckin’ on my c_ck, she do that a lot
yeah, f_ckin’ on my thot, made her ship the wock’
she suckin’ on my c_ck, she do that a lot
yeah, i can’t f_ck with you at all
where my tes’? i just wanna ball
yeah, i just wanna flex but i’m not gon’ crawl
yeah, a thief in the night, b_tch, that p_ssy gon’ call
yeah, even though you is a hater, you still at my show

[verse 1: playboi carti]
and you better not (better not)
n_gga b_better not (better not)
n_gga b_better not (better, carti)
n_gga b_better not
i don’t еven turn out (blatt)
i like to turn up (yeah, blatt)
and wе stay up (blatt)
yeah we keep it up (blitz)
yeah, she tryna get flown (blah, check it out)
bad b_tches tryna rock vlone (yeah, check it out)
yeah, r.i.p. x, n_gga
get me out my zone (bad b_tch)
yeah, r.i.p. x, n_gga, yeah
balling like i’m p. diddy (p. diddy)
balling like i’m carti, carti (blatt, diddy)
i smoke dope like i’m kid cudi (blatt, cudi)
i f_cked that b_tch and i might f_ck her buddy (blatt, buddy)
[pre_chorus: yeat]
me and my twizzy’s insane, we are not nice
your thotty gon’ give me that brain, she suck it all night
your thotty gon’ give me that brain
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[verse 2: yeat]
walked inside this b_tch, i’m just two stepping, ball on everyone
went and got a bag, i ran it up, then flipped off everyone
i just got these racks, i boosted up ’cause i’m not real or some
shooters ready to go, they ready to blast (bop), they hit up everyone
they sniffin’ that sh_t like a globe, fn my finger, that bih like a pole
yeah, i’m about to blow
time for me to go up, i’m about to explode
i’m ’bout to expose you
osama bin laden, my bro
no, i can’t wife me a ho
chill with my brother, my twizz, my bro
big body stizz, or the benz, or the big body lamb’, boy, that b_tch ’bout to (brrr)
yeah, i just pulled up like a yankee, in london might shank you, the b_tch ’bout to (brrr)
i’m ’bout to slice you, i’m ’bout to dice you, it’s not nice, yeah
put you inside of a bag, then fill it with rice, sittin’ at the lights
[chorus: yeat]
f_ckin’ on my thot, made her ship the wock’
she suckin’ on my c_ck, she do that a lot
yeah, f_ckin’ on my thot, made her ship the wock’
she suckin’ on my c_ck, she do that a lot
yeah, i can’t f_ck with you at all
where my tes’? i just wanna ball
yeah, i just wanna flex but i’m not gon’ crawl
yeah, a thief in the night, b_tch, that p_ssy gon’ call
yeah, even though you is a hater, you still at my show

- exetra archive

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