Muah
Them niggas were in each others face like this
I thought they was gon' fuck! I don't know
I'd rather be looking at a pussy like that like
"Muah, muah, muah, muah, muah, muah, muah, muah!" Sorry n' shit
Muah, muah, muah, muah, sorry n' shit
We go
That's why she want us in her throat
Don't bring her around us because we will get the vote
Cause money and the power get your honey in the shower
With this one he got it runny in her flower
When that whore see me rap
You won't be able to snatch your beezy back
It ain't no reason to act so sleazy cat
Music is some kind of aphrodisiac
You don't know she dreaming of having us in the sheets like
Loving that nigga that eat right
What you expect?
See if you were Tech
You would be pounding poonani each night
If she bites, tell her to stop!
Then we fight
Next minute break up
Then make up
That's what I call a peace pipe
My apologies
She wants Tech so she nollers me
Swallows me
On my rod is where your broad'll be
And your girl's a hella partying chick
And she kiss it like
Muah, muah, muah
Sorry n' shit
Muah, muah, muah, muah, sorry n' shit
We go
That's why she want us in her throat
Don't bring her around us because we will get the vote
Uh huh
'Em big ones huh?
So I'm dumps her
Pump her rump she hear that song and then she on my bumper
After the show
Watch how these hoes get
Yaya!
She just tryna' give me what I'm gonna get
I'm sober as a gopher
Poke her and then I'm over it
Okay!
And I ain't slowing it down cause I got a goal to get
I know what your motive is
But I'm gone before the morning hit
Okay!
I know she know just what a boner is
She phone the kids
She ain't coming home cause she on the dick
W-why you fighting 'round them areolas
Might be piping wives and they
Like my rhymes reciting 'em
At the bar we can sit
Drink and see how far we get
Me and the Donny Poonani we already hit
Sorry n' shit
Muah, muah, muah, muah, sorry n' shit
Ey!
We're some dudes they want to fuck
Want us in they throat cause we
And give her what she missing at home
Feelin' K9 and she'll be alone
I see that snake and bat tat
Then I'm at that, wanna give us head
Around the map, you don't match that
Talkin' bout, she love me now
Now how hard it can get
And I can tell her now she hardly can sit
Ey!
Muah, muah, muah, muah, sorry n' shit
Autor(es): Michael Summers, Samuel William Christopher Watson, Aaron Dontez Yates
