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letra de gone - kandie

[intro]
brr, brr, brr
mm (blunts and bundles)
brr
okay

[verse 1]
first thing first i get the money then dip (brr, brr, brr)
pockets stay full like my bundle is clipped
imma bad ass b-tch and i really give fish
guess that’s why these b-tches really hatin’ on a b-tch (brr, brr, brr)
but i let them hate cause the n-ggas love this
keep the trade so stiff, they be lookin’ at my sh-t
ass so fat and my waist don’t exist
guess that’s why yo n-gga tryna bite between my lip
mm okay
cookie so wet drippin’ like milk
b-tch we ain’t cut from the same cloth you cotton, i’m silk
i got him swervin’ it like a drunk driver
he pop pills and do drugs but i get him higher (brr)

[chorus]
gimmе a wet tongue i can sit on, sit on
put your lips on me makе a b-tch moan, b-tch moan
i sit on cuh face like a muhf-ckin’ chair
so much ass in his face that his face disappear
gimme a wet tongue i can sit on, sit on (b-tch his face is gone)
put your lips on me make a b-tch moan, b-tch moan (his face, his face is gone, gone)
i sit on cuh face like a muhf-ckin’ chair (b-tch his face is gone)
so much ass in his face that his face disappear (his face, his face is gone)
[verse 2]
ayy, ayy, ayo, bruh face lost in my booty cheeks
mm, his tongue make my booty speak
mm yeah, i got that wet wet he sunbathing on my booty beach
b-tch he gon’ do what i say so
he love to eat my groceries, i’m jhené aiko
i make them pesos, f-ck them ho’s who hate though
cause when they walk in the bank, they ain’t got no say so
now i’m makin’ figures, chanel bag is holdin’ triggers
i ain’t worried about them snakes, cl!ck-clack, i end they slithers
b-tch i get more head than a v-lv-
he put his finger in it, l!cked it, and it taste like water

[chorus]
gimme a wet tongue i can sit on, sit on
put your lips on me make a b-tch moan, b-tch moan
i sit on cuh face like a muhf-ckin’ chair
so much ass in his face that his face disappear
gimme a wet tongue i can sit on, sit on (b-tch his face is gone)
put your lips on me make a b-tch moan, b-tch moan (his face, his face is gone, gone)
i sit on cuh face like a muhf-ckin’ chair (b-tch his face is gone)
so much ass in his face that his face disappear (his face, his face is gone)

[outro]
dribble, dribble, dribble
dribble, dribble, dribble booty cheeks like two basketb-lls
n-gga gon’ make ’em dribble
his tongue not malcolm but that sh-t up in the middle, ah
brr, brr, brr

- kandie

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