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letra de menagae 'tois - big pokey

(-talking-)
trying to find me, a menagae ‘tois
x in her life, just to tighten her jaw
for real clog they neck up, how we do it

[big pokey]
i need a bad b-tch, bad hoe
go hard with a n-gga, in the middle the flo’
ain’t complaining, bout her knees are so’
love to get hulled, like a brand new 4
you know me, 6-9’s a no-no
pose for the camera, i’ma snap the photo
put a post in her face, she l!cked the logo
sn-tched the lighter, lit the do-do
baby from d.c., she like that go-go
plus she call me, is it stain or polo
say she like the way i sw-ng my rolo
drive me crazy, when she call me (ooh po-yo)
it’s on, and you know that it’s on
sensei in that -ss, like a brand new thong
i don’t play i lay on em, all night long
serving it to em, like filet mignon

[hook]
hoodrat, superstar
trying to find me a menagae ‘tois
x in her life just to tighten her jaw
hands in her pants, and she biting the bra
it’s on, (and you know that it’s on)
sensei in that -ss, like a brand new thong
everytime we turn around, (we dropping platinum songs)
balling out of control, (copping brand new homes)

[mike d]
i told baby girl, hit me back and it’s on
now me and sensei, getting shots to the dome
wreck house boys, keep taste q boys
slapped that x in her life, now we menagae ‘toising
together we bad actors, steady up in the tw-t
performing like gymnists, making that -ss flip flop
she slurping the pole, not missing a drip drop
while po working the hole, and hurting the g spot
screaming corleone, boy don’t you stop
gone off hennessy, girl you know i’m not
spark up another sherm, gave it all i got
make the headboard knock, till the rail unlock
beat the puddy up, we don’t play with the cot
riding the clock, making the c-m good shot
multiple -rg-sms, till that d-mn thang rot
and then we out, know what i’m tal’n bout

[hook]
hoodrat, superstar
trying to find me, a menagae ‘tois
x in her life, just to tighten her jaw
hands in her pants, and she biting the bra
it’s on, (and you know that it’s on)
corleone in that -ss, like a brand new thong
everytime we turn around, (dropping platinum songs)
balling out of control, (copping brand new homes)

[big pokey]
fell in, ambiance
trying to find me, a columbian
met one, worked at a hair salon
drinking on a c0ke, with a splash of rum
pierced navel, pierced tongue
baby face, so i played her for young
saw her homie, told her here she come
ran over over to her, like the way that she run
i could make her mine, with the wave of a wand
put her on the track, and maker her pay me a ton
boys know, how i do my dames
s-x games, like choo-choo trains
blew her brain, ‘fore i knew her name
baby off the chain, gon do her thang
5″3’ frame, hot as a flame
got turned out, i was to blame

[hook]
hoodrat, superstar
trying to find me, a menagae ‘tois
x in her life, just to tighten her jaw
hand in her pants, and she biting the bra
it’s on, (and you know that it’s on)
sensei in that -ss, like a brand new thong
everytime we turn around (we dropping platinum songs)
balling out of control, (copping brand new homes)

(-talking-)
uh, lost than a mo’f-cker

- big pokey

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