Trice K - That Paper Lyrics

Playing with the planets while he pulling down my panties
Higher than a bitch why he suckling on my clit
Pussy dripping glitter he gone catch it in the middle
Stroke it real slow like he playing with a fiddle
Pussy get wetter than glaciers
You pull up pull up with that paper
Bitch so bad ain't got no choice but to cake her
Lil bitch the bomb spit nun but flames
I go so dumb Ian talking Hussein
I need that jacket that hold me in place
I get in the booth and I'm catching a case
Killing this shit I can murder these hoes Aye roll up the weed
I can't f*ck with my nose
Picture me naked the ticket he paid it
Double or nothing the weed my fragrance
F*cking on a panther black rich and he handsome
Suck a nigga dick yea I hide it ransom swallow so much
I done prolly ate his grandson
Ass so fat really shoulda been a dancer
Presidential in the streets In the sheets go brazy
You told these bitches you hate me
All in my messages begging to date me
Ima screenshot the shit make ya Guhl go crazy
F*ck in the car my nut on the seat
Licking it off and he sucking his teeth
We made movie I gave em a Scene I'm sucking his dick like Ice with cream
Don't challenge my mental
Let's make sure it's Chrystal clear
I don't get f*cked from The rear
But I get f*cked from The back
And ima Dj the cat
Playing with the planets while he pulling down my panties
Higher than a bitch why he suckling on my clit
Pussy dripping glitter he gone catch it in the middle
Stroke it real slow like he playing with a fiddle
Pussy get wetter than glaciers
You pull up pull up with that paper
Bitch so bad ain't got no choice but to cake her
Eating up the dick with a pop rock
He gone eat the pussy that's a lip lock
For I have kids need a big rock
If you going in gotta pull out
Timing the nut with a stopwatch
10 mins or less I know that he cumin
F*ck a deposit he pay me in hunnids
We made a movie I can't wait to run it
These bitches they doing it already done it
Clean this bitch out like Ace
Nigga draw down put a hole in ya face
All of this money still shoot in the crate
Can't pass you the ball you gone lay up to late
You took a plea so it's f*ck yo lil freedom
You told on a nigga get back in the bleachers
Jumped off the porch but you needed a leash
Stiffer then starch or some Bos with the crease
Dont f*ck with these niggas they worse than freaks
Cashing that check just to f*ck on some cheeks
Hittin me late like Wade with the three Dog wanna f*ck but see I ain't In heat
Say dat he hungry got some he can eat aye
Let's make a sandwich yo face and my knees
He call me Billie cause bitch I'm the goat
I'm sick with this shit ain't no strep In my throat
Playing with the planets while he pulling down my panties
Higher than a bitch why he suckling on my clit
Pussy dripping glitter he gone catch it in the middle
Stroke it real slow like he playing with a fiddle
Pussy get wetter than glaciers
You pull up pull up with that paper
Bitch so bad ain't got no choice but to cake her
Playing with the planets while he pulling down my panties
Higher than a bitch why he suckling on my clit
Pussy dripping glitter he gone catch it in the middle
Stroke it real slow like he playing with a fiddle
Pussy get wetter than glaciers
You pull up pull up with that paper
Bitch so bad ain't got no choice but to cake her