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LolaRedd - Thro Sum Moe Lyrics



LolaRedd - Thro Sum Moe Lyrics
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Where they dollars at
Where them dollars at
Where them dollars at
What's up friend? What's up with that bread
Give me loaf, f*ck on Ed and Ed
What's up friend? What's up with that fetty
Wop, I need lots of guap
Make it good, I need all the ones and dubs
Need a dog, ain't got time for puppy love
I'm that bitch, count them dollars up that roll
Give me more, like in a minute, money more
He gon' tip, when I make that booty roll
Eat it up, eat it up like sushi roll
Where the cash at? Slide it down my ass crack
Come on, you know that ass
All this ass, he gon' bring the rakes out
All this ass, he gon' catch a case bout
He's an hers I got lots of he's and hers
Different in furs , f*ck on Gucci, different birds
What's up bird? Hope that you can bend this curve
Hook with, I need lots of books with
Slurpy slow, till em gone and slurpy slow
Make it flow, I know I can make it go
Throw some more, tell that nigga throw some more
Throw some more, throw some, throw some, throw some more
Throw some more, tell that nigga throw some more
Throw some more, throw some, throw some, throw some more
Throw some more, tell that nigga throw some more
Throw some more, throw some, throw some, throw some more
Throw some more, tell that nigga throw some more
Throw some more, throw some, throw some, throw some more
Listen
Pussy purr
Gotta speak your spoken word
What's the word
First than the f*cking third
Eat that cocoa
Stack your paper, dodge the popo
I get blues
Find me like I'm blues recluse
Ones and twos
I be on the ones and twos
She confused
Running all the f*cking views
Different views
Handed man come with different tools
Up that two
He gon' be the chopper's crew
Throw some more, I told that nigga throw some more
Bring the lows
Tell him gone and bring them lows
Highs and lows
Get it on my tippy toes
Work that pole
I got lots of tricks to show
Play your role
Up and down that booty going
Get into it
I know how to get some money
Pussy, purr
I got me a lots of burrs
First than thirds
Get it on the first and third
Throw some more, tell that nigga throw some more
Throw some more, throw some, throw some, throw some more
Throw some more, tell that nigga throw some more
Throw some more, throw some, throw some, throw some more
Throw some more, tell that nigga throw some more
Throw some more, throw some, throw some, throw some more
Throw some more, tell that nigga throw some more
Throw some more, throw some, throw some, throw some more
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Where they dollars at
Where them dollars at
Where them dollars at
What's up friend? What's up with that bread
Give me loaf, f*ck on Ed and Ed
What's up friend? What's up with that fetty
Wop, I need lots of guap
Make it good, I need all the ones and dubs
Need a dog, ain't got time for puppy love
I'm that bitch, count them dollars up that roll
Give me more, like in a minute, money more
He gon' tip, when I make that booty roll
Eat it up, eat it up like sushi roll
Where the cash at? Slide it down my ass crack
Come on, you know that ass
All this ass, he gon' bring the rakes out
All this ass, he gon' catch a case bout
He's an hers I got lots of he's and hers
Different in furs , f*ck on Gucci, different birds
What's up bird? Hope that you can bend this curve
Hook with, I need lots of books with
Slurpy slow, till em gone and slurpy slow
Make it flow, I know I can make it go
Throw some more, tell that nigga throw some more
Throw some more, throw some, throw some, throw some more
Throw some more, tell that nigga throw some more
Throw some more, throw some, throw some, throw some more
Throw some more, tell that nigga throw some more
Throw some more, throw some, throw some, throw some more
Throw some more, tell that nigga throw some more
Throw some more, throw some, throw some, throw some more
Listen
Pussy purr
Gotta speak your spoken word
What's the word
First than the f*cking third
Eat that cocoa
Stack your paper, dodge the popo
I get blues
Find me like I'm blues recluse
Ones and twos
I be on the ones and twos
She confused
Running all the f*cking views
Different views
Handed man come with different tools
Up that two
He gon' be the chopper's crew
Throw some more, I told that nigga throw some more
Bring the lows
Tell him gone and bring them lows
Highs and lows
Get it on my tippy toes
Work that pole
I got lots of tricks to show
Play your role
Up and down that booty going
Get into it
I know how to get some money
Pussy, purr
I got me a lots of burrs
First than thirds
Get it on the first and third
Throw some more, tell that nigga throw some more
Throw some more, throw some, throw some, throw some more
Throw some more, tell that nigga throw some more
Throw some more, throw some, throw some, throw some more
Throw some more, tell that nigga throw some more
Throw some more, throw some, throw some, throw some more
Throw some more, tell that nigga throw some more
Throw some more, throw some, throw some, throw some more
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Writer: Shacara Smith
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Performed By: LolaRedd
Language: English
Length: 3:20
Written by: Shacara Smith

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