(My dick I know it's, yeah, it sound familiar, yeah)
Like, baby, can you sucky on my dick? I know it's big enough
Ride with a nigga from the South, I know you feel the rush
F*cking with a nigga, bitches rarely ever get to touch
Better feel privileged, 'cause you know that you can hit the dust
I done grown up for my child sake, black and mild face
Blick and blaow place, never crowd spaced
Never skirt chased, maybe first grade
Never last place, never had brakes
Pop a transmission, always had faith
Always had trace, always had James
In that duplex, hit a suplex, f*ck a crew neck
Spottie solo up in recess
Never regress, Georgia peaches
Grab her cheek ass, such a slutbag
Baby nut rag, never cuff that
Love a hood rat, where this puss at
Brittany have me going on that Sosa, I'll never go back
I never hit it raw again, f*cking with the law again
Picking up trash on highways, never my way
Blasé blasé, sneaking shotty
F*ck a Friday, I'm with Robert
Chugging Bombay, f*ck your turn up
F*ck your turn out, we gon' burn up
F*ck your mosh pit, I'm on my shit
On that Tribe shit, got that Phife Dawg
I might bite, bitch, I'm on tablet
Scribble down, I'm rapping like Kool
Inspire all my local jokers who be quitting that school
They be hating that job, I was hating that too
I was flipping your burger high as a bitch, but I'm cool
I think I'm blessed now
I only stress about the stress now since I'm fresh now
Pull that motherf*cking dress down (Dress down, dress down)
And I'm gon' test the fire
And I'm gonna touch your thighs
'Cause I'm gon' spend the night, girl
U like?
(I heard that you serving all that pussy, what's it going for?)
(I heard that you serving all that pussy, what's it going for?)
(I heard that you serving all that pussy, what's it going for?)
(I heard that you serving all that pussy, all that pussy, all)
(I heard that you serving all that pussy, whats it going for?)
(I heard that you serving all that pussy, whats it going for?)
(I heard that you serving all that pussy, whats it going for?)
(I heard that you serving all that pussy, all that pussy)
Isaiah Rashad - Webbie Flow (U Like) Lyrics
Isaiah Rashad - Webbie Flow (U Like) Lyrics
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(My dick I know it's, yeah, it sound familiar, yeah)
Like, baby, can you sucky on my dick? I know it's big enough
Ride with a nigga from the South, I know you feel the rush
F*cking with a nigga, bitches rarely ever get to touch
Better feel privileged, 'cause you know that you can hit the dust
I done grown up for my child sake, black and mild face
Blick and blaow place, never crowd spaced
Never skirt chased, maybe first grade
Never last place, never had brakes
Pop a transmission, always had faith
Always had trace, always had James
In that duplex, hit a suplex, f*ck a crew neck
Spottie solo up in recess
Never regress, Georgia peaches
Grab her cheek ass, such a slutbag
Baby nut rag, never cuff that
Love a hood rat, where this puss at
Brittany have me going on that Sosa, I'll never go back
I never hit it raw again, f*cking with the law again
Picking up trash on highways, never my way
Blasé blasé, sneaking shotty
F*ck a Friday, I'm with Robert
Chugging Bombay, f*ck your turn up
F*ck your turn out, we gon' burn up
F*ck your mosh pit, I'm on my shit
On that Tribe shit, got that Phife Dawg
I might bite, bitch, I'm on tablet
Scribble down, I'm rapping like Kool
Inspire all my local jokers who be quitting that school
They be hating that job, I was hating that too
I was flipping your burger high as a bitch, but I'm cool
I think I'm blessed now
I only stress about the stress now since I'm fresh now
Pull that motherf*cking dress down (Dress down, dress down)
And I'm gon' test the fire
And I'm gonna touch your thighs
'Cause I'm gon' spend the night, girl
U like?
(I heard that you serving all that pussy, what's it going for?)
(I heard that you serving all that pussy, what's it going for?)
(I heard that you serving all that pussy, what's it going for?)
(I heard that you serving all that pussy, all that pussy, all)
(I heard that you serving all that pussy, whats it going for?)
(I heard that you serving all that pussy, whats it going for?)
(I heard that you serving all that pussy, whats it going for?)
(I heard that you serving all that pussy, all that pussy)
Like, baby, can you sucky on my dick? I know it's big enough
Ride with a nigga from the South, I know you feel the rush
F*cking with a nigga, bitches rarely ever get to touch
Better feel privileged, 'cause you know that you can hit the dust
I done grown up for my child sake, black and mild face
Blick and blaow place, never crowd spaced
Never skirt chased, maybe first grade
Never last place, never had brakes
Pop a transmission, always had faith
Always had trace, always had James
In that duplex, hit a suplex, f*ck a crew neck
Spottie solo up in recess
Never regress, Georgia peaches
Grab her cheek ass, such a slutbag
Baby nut rag, never cuff that
Love a hood rat, where this puss at
Brittany have me going on that Sosa, I'll never go back
I never hit it raw again, f*cking with the law again
Picking up trash on highways, never my way
Blasé blasé, sneaking shotty
F*ck a Friday, I'm with Robert
Chugging Bombay, f*ck your turn up
F*ck your turn out, we gon' burn up
F*ck your mosh pit, I'm on my shit
On that Tribe shit, got that Phife Dawg
I might bite, bitch, I'm on tablet
Scribble down, I'm rapping like Kool
Inspire all my local jokers who be quitting that school
They be hating that job, I was hating that too
I was flipping your burger high as a bitch, but I'm cool
I think I'm blessed now
I only stress about the stress now since I'm fresh now
Pull that motherf*cking dress down (Dress down, dress down)
And I'm gon' test the fire
And I'm gonna touch your thighs
'Cause I'm gon' spend the night, girl
U like?
(I heard that you serving all that pussy, what's it going for?)
(I heard that you serving all that pussy, what's it going for?)
(I heard that you serving all that pussy, what's it going for?)
(I heard that you serving all that pussy, all that pussy, all)
(I heard that you serving all that pussy, whats it going for?)
(I heard that you serving all that pussy, whats it going for?)
(I heard that you serving all that pussy, whats it going for?)
(I heard that you serving all that pussy, all that pussy)
Writer: ISAIAH RASHAD MCCLAIN
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.