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letra de lick or sum (mixed) - glorilla

[verse 1]
l!ck on my cl-t’, make this p-ssy cream
do this motherf-cker how you do the russian creams
smokin’ on this pack, you know the p-ssy fat (d-mn)
lookin’ like he fiendin’, got his nose all in my crack
he wanna hit this rock, he know this coochie slap (wow)
and based off his performance, i might make this booty clap
told him, “drop the addy,” ’bout to take him off the map
i don’t post his ass, i ghost his ass and leave him on the snap
don’t wanna feel yo’ t–th and soften up yo’ tongue
all over his breath like p-ssy-flavored gum
pullin’ on my tracks ’cause he know i like to run
you know i’m a p, n-gga, you know where i’m from
told him that i love him, had him thinkin’ i was dumb
got that bread, got that head, then i sent him to his mom, on the gang, gang (gang)

[chorus]
lookin’ like a l!ck or sum’ (phew)
come and take a l!ck or sum’ (mm)
p-ssy bussin’ like a bl!ck or sum’ (bah, bah, bah)
come here, now let me get some d-ck or sum’

[verse 2]
i call that n-gga “bruh” (hm), his mammy ain’t my mammy (nah)
and stop callin’ me sis’, i’m tryna f-ck yo’ baby daddy (move)
get head from his cousin too, i keep it in the family (hey)
he fold me like a pretzel (mm), i’m his auntie annie (bah, bah, bah)
ooh, and l!ck it like a lollipop
l!ck it and dip it (ooh, wee), this a baby bottle pop
i ain’t with that messy sh-t (uh-uh), but i need some sloppy top
what’s up mister ding ling ling? i’m tryna get karate chopped
my foot up on they neck (b-tch), he suckin’ on my toes
you lovin’ on this n-gga (why?), but he love the hoes
i gotta n-gga on the town and a n-gga in the slammer
if i’m with you and my n-gga call, just know i’m still gon’ answer
i know you eatin’ ass (hmm), don’t ask me for a kiss (move)
and don’t bring up my man ’cause i ain’t askin’ ’bout yo’ b-tch
he got all of these b-tches that don’t weigh up to one of me
he know that i’m the big homie, his other b-tches under me
got the best head from a libra and the best d-ck from a cancer
he said he never ate no ass, well, i’m boutta set the standard (come her)
forty inch weave (what else?), dread head n-gga (okay)
4 a.m., i need some d-ck, i’m gone off that liquor, on the gang, gang
[chorus]
lookin’ like a l!ck or sum’
come and take a l!ck or sum’ (mm)
p-ssy bussin’ like a bl!ck or sum’ (bah, bah, bah)
come here, now let me get some d-ck or sum’

- glorilla

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