a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

letra de mollys and bottles - robb reffah

[verse 1 – robb reffah]
bad b-tches and they come by the colony
like a picture then follow me, i think she’s coming on to me
a+ in psychology
bruh, your b-tches is comedy, i don’t do the monogamy
but i, i can f-ck you if you stay over
on the knees and i give these b-tches a makeover
and eat the p-ssy ’til you can’t feel your hangover
and it’s crazy ’cause i ain’t know her
i’m robb ref, if you a wallflower, lil’ momma, do it for practice
and put an arch in your back like you’re doing a backflip
as the drugs enhancing, feel like we’re f-cking not dancing
and our intensity mature from all the tussling and grabbing
i tell her: put your hands on your knees like you can’t breathe
go on lil’ momma, let me see you do the d-mn thing
tell she wanna f-ck, i seen the colour on her mood ring
thousand n-gg-s in a party, momma and you chose me

[chorus – robb reffah]
bring that -ss here, i’m here for mollys and bottles
i told her bring that -ss here, i’m here for mollys and bottles
i told her bring that -ss here, i’m here for mollys and bottles
i’m here for mollys and bottles, b-tch!
here for mollys and bottles
i told that bad b-tch for mollys and bottles
here for mollys and bottles (haaan!)

[verse 2 – robb reffah]
i f-ck ’em in ever’ comfort
might duck ’em after she suck it
the p-ssy is smooth, she pluck it
i put it in now she running
“that n-gg- did… eww! wtf?
that’s ratchet, i’m just keeping it hunnid”
white girl and she backing it all on me
’bout to stick her with my needle like we doing phlebotomy
once i penetrate you baby girl, ain’t n-body stopping me
going deep in that ocean, marine biology (haaan!)
tilt your head back and take a shot to the tonsil
my white b-tch got white sh-t outside of her nostril
my d-ck is like propane and she soaking it up
her p-ssy so fire, an explosion when we f-ck
her booty so big yet i’m holding it up
they say money funny and we joking it up
i wink at her legs and she open ’em up
why you hoping to f-ck? my b-tch knowing what’s up (haaan!)

[verse 3 – robb reffah]
she always might’ve been it, i know she don’t know me
but when it come to c-ke this b-tch is getting little nosey
there’s no money in her pocket, i can make it appear
she said her date late, so stay late, put a tongue on my ear (haaan!)
routed n-gg-, faded, lazy eyes, f-ck it imma drive
she got crazy thighs
said she won’t go home with me ’til she seen her ride
then she changed her mind, let her climb inside
pulled her panties to the side then go to nevermind (“te quiero papi”)
never go down on her giving me head
’cause i don’t need these b-tches like the last piece of bread! (oooh!)

[verse 4 – young sam]
she a bad b-tch
might mistake her for an actress
i’m in a coupe, no roof, i’m not average
let the money make her do a backflip
watch someone disappear like magic
they say two wrongs don’t make a right
her man cheating so she cheating on him every night
in the club off dirty sprite, no liquor
we can have a threesome, bring your sister
if she cute like you we can make moves after
teleport to the crib like casper
f-ck a rapper
my n-gg- rico got mollys for sale and they slappers

- robb reffah

letras aleatórias

MAIS ACESSADOS