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letra de ptpom (shemix) - ​cupcakke & tay money

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ptpom (shemix) lyrics
[intro: shantiip]
i’ma put this p-ssy on him
come and put that d-ck up on me
i’ma put this p-ssy on him
i ain’t gon’ say no word
i know you f-ck with my lil’ homie

[verse 1: tay money]
okay, so i put that p-ssy on him
nasty b-tch, bend it over
smile while i show it
he asked me whose it is
he paying bills
but he don’t own it
i let him chew the cat
after that, i leave him lonely (ha)

[chorus: tay money]
ayy, bad b-tch, steppin’ with her hair done
p-ssy smell like baccarat
boy you know you want some
wrap my legs around you
boy you know you can’t run
all about a money bag
tt got her bands up
[verse 2: cupcakke]
gimme all that nut
lemme’ feel it drip, down my throat
double d cups, touch ‘em in your face
like they ‘bout to make a toast
i got the power, all in the p-ssy
i ain’t talkin’ tv show nor a host
but i got tommy eager to f-ck a b-tch
that could makе his d-ck go ghost
you could do better, f-ck me hardеr
give up the kids, dead beat father
plug that b-tch deep in my walls
give me that long iphone charger
dribble them b-lls like coach carter
p-ssy in public then it’s charter
if i’m f-ckin’ you then that d
automatically get a w like arthur
(in)sert that d-ck, tell a n-gga shush
hold my head give me that push
tw-t so good send him home to his girl
now he lookin’ at her like, b-tch you my sis’
he l!ck the cherry
man he like it hairy
man you either dumb or you high off the kush
he could spend dead presidents all day
but the p-ssy ain’t never growing out george bush
f-ck that s on you chest
draw that s on my tongue
he said how the f-ck i’m gon’ draw it
i said baby with yo’ cum
not a wimp with that d-ck
better knock me out my lungs
and i never needed no lube
bless it in with vuittons
p-ssy it wet, cuz’ you making it rain
yea yo’ deep pockets is what i’ma blame
money heist him all the way til’ he came
the d-ck just shot up the bank of spain
the head ain’t good then b-tch “i’m leaving”
this ain’t no motherf-cking even exchange
i cut a n-gga off in the middle of the head
look like a b-tch made of chinese bangs, ya
[chorus: tay money]
ayy, bad b-tch, steppin’ with her hair done
p-ssy smell like baccarat
boy you know you want some
wrap my legs around you
boy you know you can’t run
all about a money bag
tt got her bands up

[post-chorus: shantiip]
i’ma put this p-ssy on him (mmm)
come and put that d-ck up on me
i’ma put this p-ssy on him
i ain’t gon’ say no word
i know you f-ck with my lil’ homie

[outro: tay money]
brrr, run it up!

- cupcakke tay money

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