Bruh she a homie, but she domed me
Suckin my dick for a Trav Scott tick
Now she phonin me feeling real lonely
Cheer Captain off the shits gotta drink to get lit
Bruh she a homie, but she domed me
Suckin my dick for a Trav Scott tick
Now she phonin me feeling real lonely
Cheer Captain off the shits gotta drink to get lit
Drinking she popping, she sipping she droppin
Leaning and locking, its a rollie, no tockin
Its day time, no sunshine, yo bitch, now she mine
Don't like it, don't waste my time
Thats tuff, she don't mind
On the road, round the globe, thats dubai, back to home
She gave me top, she gave me dome
Beat it off and i never cum
Thats rough shit, i left that, i hit it, never tapped that
She call it hat, i never cap, with cowgirl, yeah we back
Woah, yea that shit was a trip, She came in my room
And i told her suck my drip, Picking up my phone
Yea she suckin on my lip, No shave november
Damn my hair need a pick, We were at a party
That function was so lit , Close your eyes while ur high
You fallin down a pit, Use the condom
Don't get lazy don't trip
X said it best you in a knot don't slip
I'm chillin like I'm chill bill, You're bugging girl just stay still
Run up get cut up, Astrowrld they took a pill
I was down bad, I was in my feel
Gangs runnin yea they tryna kill, They were outside
They were in the streets, While i was livin in Dreamville
Bruh she a homie, but she domed me
Suckin my dick for a Trav Scott tick
Now she phonin me feeling real lonely
Cheer Captain off the shits gotta drink to get lit
Bruh she a homie, but she domed me
Suckin my dick for a Trav Scott tick
Now she phonin me feeling real lonely
Cheer Captain off the shits gotta drink to get lit
Shooting up what's in the vile
I don't care it made me smile
Threw that bitch against the wall, 17 shots pure alcohol
Tryna cum but I'm still dry, Didn't succeed but had to try
Your moms hot I ain't gonna lie
Care if I caress her inner thigh? Give me head
In her son bed, Come on boys let's get this bread
Come on boys let's get this bread
Come on boys let's get this bread
Come on boys let's get this bread
Prettyboy Col - CheerCap (feat. Mark Mo & Reddcap) Lyrics
Prettyboy Col - CheerCap (feat. Mark Mo & Reddcap) Lyrics
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Bruh she a homie, but she domed me
Suckin my dick for a Trav Scott tick
Now she phonin me feeling real lonely
Cheer Captain off the shits gotta drink to get lit
Bruh she a homie, but she domed me
Suckin my dick for a Trav Scott tick
Now she phonin me feeling real lonely
Cheer Captain off the shits gotta drink to get lit
Drinking she popping, she sipping she droppin
Leaning and locking, its a rollie, no tockin
Its day time, no sunshine, yo bitch, now she mine
Don't like it, don't waste my time
Thats tuff, she don't mind
On the road, round the globe, thats dubai, back to home
She gave me top, she gave me dome
Beat it off and i never cum
Thats rough shit, i left that, i hit it, never tapped that
She call it hat, i never cap, with cowgirl, yeah we back
Woah, yea that shit was a trip, She came in my room
And i told her suck my drip, Picking up my phone
Yea she suckin on my lip, No shave november
Damn my hair need a pick, We were at a party
That function was so lit , Close your eyes while ur high
You fallin down a pit, Use the condom
Don't get lazy don't trip
X said it best you in a knot don't slip
I'm chillin like I'm chill bill, You're bugging girl just stay still
Run up get cut up, Astrowrld they took a pill
I was down bad, I was in my feel
Gangs runnin yea they tryna kill, They were outside
They were in the streets, While i was livin in Dreamville
Bruh she a homie, but she domed me
Suckin my dick for a Trav Scott tick
Now she phonin me feeling real lonely
Cheer Captain off the shits gotta drink to get lit
Bruh she a homie, but she domed me
Suckin my dick for a Trav Scott tick
Now she phonin me feeling real lonely
Cheer Captain off the shits gotta drink to get lit
Shooting up what's in the vile
I don't care it made me smile
Threw that bitch against the wall, 17 shots pure alcohol
Tryna cum but I'm still dry, Didn't succeed but had to try
Your moms hot I ain't gonna lie
Care if I caress her inner thigh? Give me head
In her son bed, Come on boys let's get this bread
Come on boys let's get this bread
Come on boys let's get this bread
Come on boys let's get this bread
Suckin my dick for a Trav Scott tick
Now she phonin me feeling real lonely
Cheer Captain off the shits gotta drink to get lit
Bruh she a homie, but she domed me
Suckin my dick for a Trav Scott tick
Now she phonin me feeling real lonely
Cheer Captain off the shits gotta drink to get lit
Drinking she popping, she sipping she droppin
Leaning and locking, its a rollie, no tockin
Its day time, no sunshine, yo bitch, now she mine
Don't like it, don't waste my time
Thats tuff, she don't mind
On the road, round the globe, thats dubai, back to home
She gave me top, she gave me dome
Beat it off and i never cum
Thats rough shit, i left that, i hit it, never tapped that
She call it hat, i never cap, with cowgirl, yeah we back
Woah, yea that shit was a trip, She came in my room
And i told her suck my drip, Picking up my phone
Yea she suckin on my lip, No shave november
Damn my hair need a pick, We were at a party
That function was so lit , Close your eyes while ur high
You fallin down a pit, Use the condom
Don't get lazy don't trip
X said it best you in a knot don't slip
I'm chillin like I'm chill bill, You're bugging girl just stay still
Run up get cut up, Astrowrld they took a pill
I was down bad, I was in my feel
Gangs runnin yea they tryna kill, They were outside
They were in the streets, While i was livin in Dreamville
Bruh she a homie, but she domed me
Suckin my dick for a Trav Scott tick
Now she phonin me feeling real lonely
Cheer Captain off the shits gotta drink to get lit
Bruh she a homie, but she domed me
Suckin my dick for a Trav Scott tick
Now she phonin me feeling real lonely
Cheer Captain off the shits gotta drink to get lit
Shooting up what's in the vile
I don't care it made me smile
Threw that bitch against the wall, 17 shots pure alcohol
Tryna cum but I'm still dry, Didn't succeed but had to try
Your moms hot I ain't gonna lie
Care if I caress her inner thigh? Give me head
In her son bed, Come on boys let's get this bread
Come on boys let's get this bread
Come on boys let's get this bread
Come on boys let's get this bread
Writer: Collin McMinn, Mark Mohan, Steven Staub
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid