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letra de f. n. a. m. p (five nights at my place) - fiction fake

(hook) –
she bring one, two, three, four
five of her friends just to f-ck
she not a b-tch but she keepin’ it up
i f-ck that b-tch while she pickin’ it up
b-tches walk to me, b-tches wassup
she only drink claws b-tch, get the f-ck up
my d-ck in her mouth or shut the f-ck up
i don’t wanna talk but i just wanna nut
she spend one, two, three, four
five nights just at my place
don’t wanna date but i do want the face
give me some room hoe, give me some sp-ce
she gave me top in the mof-ckin’ sp-ce coupe
drove me crazy like a race
and i’m always on demon time
i don’t love the b-tch but i do love the rage

(verse 1) –
all of these b-tches go stupid
she say she love me but i don’t see cupid
turn to a dog like rufus
i make more money then you just from music
boy, you a goofy and boy, you look stupid
take a pic with your b-tch, it’s not no photo-bomb
my b-tch ass really that big, it’s not photoshop
’boutta blow lookin’ like soda pop
i’m going up, so i’m not aboutta stop
pop me a percocet, i’m ’bouta pass out
i already left but she still got her ass out
i’m makin’ money b-tch, i am a cash cow
spend it from new york b-tch, we goin’ back down
look at my water, i swear that you might drown
smoke on the opps, we can hear how the gas sound
i woke up happy and [?] nightgown
you woke up stressin’ about what your life now
(hook) –
she bring one, two, three, four
five of her friends just to f-ck
she not a b-tch but she keepin’ it up
i f-ck that b-tch while she pickin’ it up
b-tches walk to me, b-tches wassup
she only drink claws b-tch, get the f-ck up
my d-ck in her mouth or shut the f-ck up
i don’t wanna talk but i just wanna nut
she spend one, two, three, four
five nights just at my place
don’t wanna date but i do want the face
give me some room hoe, give me some sp-ce
she gave me top in the mof-ckin’ sp-ce coupe
drove me crazy like a race
and i’m always on demon time
i don’t love the b-tch but i do love the rage

she bring one, two, three, four
five of her friends just to f-ck
she not a b-tch but she keepin’ it up
i f-ck that b-tch while she pickin’ it up
b-tches walk to me, b-tches wassup
she only drink claws b-tch, get the f-ck up
my d-ck in her mouth or shut the f-ck up
i don’t wanna talk but i just wanna nut
she spend one, two, three, four
five nights just at my place
don’t wanna date but i do want the face
give me some room hoe, give me some sp-ce
she gave me top in the mof-ckin’ sp-ce coupe
drove me crazy like a race
and i’m always on demon time
i don’t love the b-tch but i do love the rage

- fiction fake

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