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Tay Money - Asthma Pump Lyrics

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Tay Money - Asthma Pump Lyrics
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[ Featuring Flo Milli ]

This pussy should come with an asthma pump
He in-and-out, in-and out breathin'
I got him coughin' and wheezin', yeah, yeah, ayy
This pussy should come with an asthma pump
He in-and-out, in-and-out breathin'
I got him coughin' and wheezin', yeah, yeah
He losin' air, he losin' air
He losin' air, he know it's too good (ah)
He losin' air, he losin' air
He losin' air, he know it's too good (ah)
He losin' air, he losin' air
He losin' air, he know it's too good
He losin' air, he losin' air
He losin' air, he know it's too good

That shit like baow, ayy (baow)
Open it up, he like, "Wow" (wow)
Tay Money tricks, I'll show them around (ooh)
Ow, you can eat this by the pound
He like how it feel, he love how it sound
Bitch, I'm a queen, I'm sippin' on Crown (yeah)
Tay Money, I'm bussin' like buckets (money)
If he stop trippin', you know I'm like, "F*ck it" (duh)
Ayy, what is your budget? (Budget)
"Trappers Delight," I was here when you wasn't
You know I ain't budgin' (do it again)
Your bitch steady buggin' (uh)
H-h-he ain't f*ckin' me? (Then, well shit)
Then he ain't f*ckin' nothin' (nah, for real)
Bitch, end of discussion
He can't talk right now, he drinkin' my slushy
Ayy, he say he love me (aw, what's wrong, why can't you breathe?)

This pussy should come with an asthma pump
He in-and-out, in-and out breathin'
I got him coughin' and wheezin', yeah, yeah, ayy
This pussy should come with an asthma pump
He in-and-out, in-and-out breathin'
I got him coughin' and wheezin', yeah, yeah
He losin' air, he losin' air
He losin' air, he know it's too good (ah)
He losin' air, he losin' air
He losin' air, he know it's too good (ah)
He losin' air, he losin' air
He losin' air, he know it's too good
He losin' air, he losin' air
He losin' air, he know it's too good (um)

Cum in his mouth, I'm like, "F*ck it" (what?)
Ride his face just to have a discussion (haha)
He can't breathe, I got him huffin' and puffin' (um)
He losin' air, he know this pussy way too good (uh)
Yeah, I like my niggas rich and hood
I look like a model
I got a fat ass, when I walk, that shit wobble (hey)
Chanel on my bag, give a f*ck 'bout a follow (haha)
Yeah, I don't think he breathin' (no)
Put the tip in, I love when he teasin' (ooh)
Say it feel like cushion when he squeeze it (yeah)
Make him go crazy, I know he gon' please it
(Like um), walk up the stairs, he pull my hair
He don't got a limit, he come from the hood
He losin' air, he losin' air
I don't give a f*ck 'cause my shit is too good (yeah, Flo Milli shit)

This pussy should come with an asthma pump
He in-and-out, in-and out breathin'
I got him coughin' and wheezin', yeah, yeah, ayy
This pussy should come with an asthma pump
He in-and-out, in-and-out breathin'
I got him coughin' and wheezin', yeah, yeah
He losin' air, he losin' air
He losin' air, he know it's too good (ah)
He losin' air, he losin' air
He losin' air, he know it's too good (ah)
He losin' air, he losin' air
He losin' air, he know it's too good (ah)
He losin' air, he losin' air
He losin' air, he know it's too good (ah)
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This pussy should come with an asthma pump
He in-and-out, in-and out breathin'
I got him coughin' and wheezin', yeah, yeah, ayy
This pussy should come with an asthma pump
He in-and-out, in-and-out breathin'
I got him coughin' and wheezin', yeah, yeah
He losin' air, he losin' air
He losin' air, he know it's too good (ah)
He losin' air, he losin' air
He losin' air, he know it's too good (ah)
He losin' air, he losin' air
He losin' air, he know it's too good
He losin' air, he losin' air
He losin' air, he know it's too good

That shit like baow, ayy (baow)
Open it up, he like, "Wow" (wow)
Tay Money tricks, I'll show them around (ooh)
Ow, you can eat this by the pound
He like how it feel, he love how it sound
Bitch, I'm a queen, I'm sippin' on Crown (yeah)
Tay Money, I'm bussin' like buckets (money)
If he stop trippin', you know I'm like, "F*ck it" (duh)
Ayy, what is your budget? (Budget)
"Trappers Delight," I was here when you wasn't
You know I ain't budgin' (do it again)
Your bitch steady buggin' (uh)
H-h-he ain't f*ckin' me? (Then, well shit)
Then he ain't f*ckin' nothin' (nah, for real)
Bitch, end of discussion
He can't talk right now, he drinkin' my slushy
Ayy, he say he love me (aw, what's wrong, why can't you breathe?)

This pussy should come with an asthma pump
He in-and-out, in-and out breathin'
I got him coughin' and wheezin', yeah, yeah, ayy
This pussy should come with an asthma pump
He in-and-out, in-and-out breathin'
I got him coughin' and wheezin', yeah, yeah
He losin' air, he losin' air
He losin' air, he know it's too good (ah)
He losin' air, he losin' air
He losin' air, he know it's too good (ah)
He losin' air, he losin' air
He losin' air, he know it's too good
He losin' air, he losin' air
He losin' air, he know it's too good (um)

Cum in his mouth, I'm like, "F*ck it" (what?)
Ride his face just to have a discussion (haha)
He can't breathe, I got him huffin' and puffin' (um)
He losin' air, he know this pussy way too good (uh)
Yeah, I like my niggas rich and hood
I look like a model
I got a fat ass, when I walk, that shit wobble (hey)
Chanel on my bag, give a f*ck 'bout a follow (haha)
Yeah, I don't think he breathin' (no)
Put the tip in, I love when he teasin' (ooh)
Say it feel like cushion when he squeeze it (yeah)
Make him go crazy, I know he gon' please it
(Like um), walk up the stairs, he pull my hair
He don't got a limit, he come from the hood
He losin' air, he losin' air
I don't give a f*ck 'cause my shit is too good (yeah, Flo Milli shit)

This pussy should come with an asthma pump
He in-and-out, in-and out breathin'
I got him coughin' and wheezin', yeah, yeah, ayy
This pussy should come with an asthma pump
He in-and-out, in-and-out breathin'
I got him coughin' and wheezin', yeah, yeah
He losin' air, he losin' air
He losin' air, he know it's too good (ah)
He losin' air, he losin' air
He losin' air, he know it's too good (ah)
He losin' air, he losin' air
He losin' air, he know it's too good (ah)
He losin' air, he losin' air
He losin' air, he know it's too good (ah)
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Writer: Taylor Watson, Tamia Carter, Gamal Lewis, Lukasz Gottwald
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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