letra de wo - jo papi, roseboy, danny sloane
[intro: jo papi]
poke it
poke it
poke it out
poke it
poke it
poke it out
poke it
poke it
poke it out
poke it
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poke it out
(papi)
[verse 1: jo papi]
if you got a fatty shake that ass
f-ckin’ break her back
she know how to play for cash
f-ck i said my bad
pullin’ b-tches put them on they knees
yuh i got some weed
pullin’ b-tches put them on the team
this is where you wanna be
i keep that realest in my company
it’s really hard to not be lovin’ me
yuh them titties look like double d’s
oooh when she f-ckin’ me
swear she know what she bе doin’
once she start she keep it movin’
i don’t got lost in thе booty
i just run my d-ck right through it
[hook: jo papi]
she bad oh no
my dogs all woah
we smoke dat dro
ass poke out woah
poke it out
poke it
poke it
poke it out
poke it
poke it
poke it out
poke it
poke it
poke it out
poke it
poke it
[verse 2: danny sloane]
(yuh yuh)
don’t need to tell me how to count a band
don’t need to tell me how to whip it
when we in the benz
and i been gettin’ real tired of
hearing ‘bout your friends
‘cuz they never come over
and i take offense
(uh uh)
already f-cked up off a benzo
(uh)
now she caught me up in a friend zone
(uh)
now she tryna say that i ain’t special
(uh)
how could you say that i’m not special
[verse 3: roseboy]
b-tches gotta shave that p-ssy bald
like they lex luther
gotta get them out the shower quick
to give me neck sooner
how the f-ck you gonna pull up on me
with no tech shooters
how the f-ck you pull up with a b-tch
and not introduce her
i heard she really ‘bout them missions
but i don’t spread rumors
she diss you in the post gazette
but you can’t afford to sue her
i’m about to pull up on your b-tch
on a spin scooter
boutta hit south side with your b-tch
on a spin scooter
b-tch know whatever i say goes
like my name simon
steady cookin’ dope on a gas stove
just for the firemen
i be blocking hoes like they legos
and they more fun to vibe with
she get offended when i call her name dumb
her name is island
we thought we could have that interstate love
that’s wishful thinking
posted up in that moon shaped pool
got me sinking
radiohead from these b-tches got me geekin’
she pull up on my king of limbs for the weekend
[hook: jo papi]
she bad oh no
my dogs all woah
we smoke dat dro
ass poke out woah
poke it out
poke it
poke it
poke it out
poke it
poke it
poke it out
poke it
poke it
poke it out
poke it
poke it
poke it out
[outro: jo papi]
poke it
poke it
poke it out
poke it
poke it
poke it out
poke it
poke it
poke it out
poke it
poke it
poke it out
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