You know this be
The kid you been missing
Kill that pussy like priority mission
Number one on that list when
You get that feeling
Got Alize chilling
Let me handle them hips baby like priority shipping
A lot of niggas talk the same Ima put it down different
Have you all up on twitter talking how I be in it
Yo favorite auntie on ya momma side like oh no he didn't
Just call me to the crib right after you tuck the kid in
Put you to sleep get rid of them dreams given
You deserve to be f*cked on the finest of linens
Egyptian cotton put you on top and
I got ya rocking
Even neighbors rooting for me like nigga don't stop it
I get ta, licking on that body so sloppy
I don't need the key to yo heart but I'll take a copy
Don't sweat the commentary from the begging niggas
They snakes anyway, baby shed them niggas
Every time I come around it's like you hate clothes
Whenever I'm up in it you can't keep a straight toe
Can't f*ck like you used to, get new positions
I got you talking marriage girl without my permission
I know this be
The dick you been missing
Kill that pussy like priority mission
Number one on that list when
Whenever you get that feeling
Girl you know I been chilling now listen
Bitch I bone hoes
That's what I'm known for
Babygirl this be some music for the grown folks
I can f*ck you in the caddy or the oldsmobile
I'm going for the kill in the four door
Real talk you know the deal when I go slow
In and out dick in yo mouth look like you blowing smoke
Cashing out on yo baby daddy why you going broke
Snickering and picking with these bitches they all some jokes
Catch me in the club, collecting all the throat
From the top models out in Chicago ready to swallow the GOAT
Never slipping on my pimping bitch you know how it goes
I'm Phil Jackson with this macking you can call me the coach
Chise been that nigga, bitch I put it down
Got hoes out on the stroll when I'm in yo town
On the strip, don't slip potato chip
Got her making a grip when she dip with her lips, and hips, and finger tips
DG III - Baby (feat. Cochise) Lyrics
DG III - Baby (feat. Cochise) Lyrics
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You know this be
The kid you been missing
Kill that pussy like priority mission
Number one on that list when
You get that feeling
Got Alize chilling
Let me handle them hips baby like priority shipping
A lot of niggas talk the same Ima put it down different
Have you all up on twitter talking how I be in it
Yo favorite auntie on ya momma side like oh no he didn't
Just call me to the crib right after you tuck the kid in
Put you to sleep get rid of them dreams given
You deserve to be f*cked on the finest of linens
Egyptian cotton put you on top and
I got ya rocking
Even neighbors rooting for me like nigga don't stop it
I get ta, licking on that body so sloppy
I don't need the key to yo heart but I'll take a copy
Don't sweat the commentary from the begging niggas
They snakes anyway, baby shed them niggas
Every time I come around it's like you hate clothes
Whenever I'm up in it you can't keep a straight toe
Can't f*ck like you used to, get new positions
I got you talking marriage girl without my permission
I know this be
The dick you been missing
Kill that pussy like priority mission
Number one on that list when
Whenever you get that feeling
Girl you know I been chilling now listen
Bitch I bone hoes
That's what I'm known for
Babygirl this be some music for the grown folks
I can f*ck you in the caddy or the oldsmobile
I'm going for the kill in the four door
Real talk you know the deal when I go slow
In and out dick in yo mouth look like you blowing smoke
Cashing out on yo baby daddy why you going broke
Snickering and picking with these bitches they all some jokes
Catch me in the club, collecting all the throat
From the top models out in Chicago ready to swallow the GOAT
Never slipping on my pimping bitch you know how it goes
I'm Phil Jackson with this macking you can call me the coach
Chise been that nigga, bitch I put it down
Got hoes out on the stroll when I'm in yo town
On the strip, don't slip potato chip
Got her making a grip when she dip with her lips, and hips, and finger tips
The kid you been missing
Kill that pussy like priority mission
Number one on that list when
You get that feeling
Got Alize chilling
Let me handle them hips baby like priority shipping
A lot of niggas talk the same Ima put it down different
Have you all up on twitter talking how I be in it
Yo favorite auntie on ya momma side like oh no he didn't
Just call me to the crib right after you tuck the kid in
Put you to sleep get rid of them dreams given
You deserve to be f*cked on the finest of linens
Egyptian cotton put you on top and
I got ya rocking
Even neighbors rooting for me like nigga don't stop it
I get ta, licking on that body so sloppy
I don't need the key to yo heart but I'll take a copy
Don't sweat the commentary from the begging niggas
They snakes anyway, baby shed them niggas
Every time I come around it's like you hate clothes
Whenever I'm up in it you can't keep a straight toe
Can't f*ck like you used to, get new positions
I got you talking marriage girl without my permission
I know this be
The dick you been missing
Kill that pussy like priority mission
Number one on that list when
Whenever you get that feeling
Girl you know I been chilling now listen
Bitch I bone hoes
That's what I'm known for
Babygirl this be some music for the grown folks
I can f*ck you in the caddy or the oldsmobile
I'm going for the kill in the four door
Real talk you know the deal when I go slow
In and out dick in yo mouth look like you blowing smoke
Cashing out on yo baby daddy why you going broke
Snickering and picking with these bitches they all some jokes
Catch me in the club, collecting all the throat
From the top models out in Chicago ready to swallow the GOAT
Never slipping on my pimping bitch you know how it goes
I'm Phil Jackson with this macking you can call me the coach
Chise been that nigga, bitch I put it down
Got hoes out on the stroll when I'm in yo town
On the strip, don't slip potato chip
Got her making a grip when she dip with her lips, and hips, and finger tips
Writer: DG III, Elijah Wilder
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid