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Fa Sum Video (MV)




Performed By: TrapVanDamn
Length: 2:15
Written by: Mario Ricks




TrapVanDamn - Fa Sum Lyrics




I beat it up from the back wit my hand on her neck yay
I suck dat pussy till she make it squirt like a jet yay
I beat the pot to the right den skeet off like a vette yay
She suck it up for da kid I come back wit dat check
I ain't gon spare for none
Imma throw out the bread every crumb
Pick it up off the floor when I'm done
She gon f*ck like a whore when I come
I making a meal on the run
Imma bust on her grill for fun
Lil mama wan chill fa sum
I might pop a pill fa sum

Step in da house and you see Gucci linen
She think I got money you know that I'm spending
Don't know what I do but you know that know winning
She ratchet as f*ck but I love her opinion
I dig in that pussy her mouth for da children
Her boyfriend a minion know I'm a lieutenant
When he go to work she pull up to come get it
And bring her friend too cause she know that they willing
Gone when im finished baby ain't all in her feelinqgs
She f*ck wit a nigga worth millions
Ain't got it right now but you know that its coming
We breaking em down run it up for the summer
I make me a k in a day
If imma hustle den you gotta triple dat number
I f*ck on yo hoe and I know that's a bummer
Just get to that check and go get you another
Niggas wan imitate
Dey trying they best while I been a great
Blow a check and then watch it disintegrate
Get that bag make it go cross the interstate
She throw it back like jersey
She clap that ass on my dick while I penetrate
Make her eat her friend then change places
Pull out let It go on they bare faces

I beat it up from the back wit my hand on her neck yay
I suck dat pussy till she make it squirt like a jet yay
I beat the pot to the right den skeet off like a vette yay
She suck it up for da kid I come back wit dat check
I ain't gon spare for none
Imma throw out the bread every crumb
Pick it up off the floor when I'm done
She gon f*ck like a whore when I come
I making a meal on the run
Imma bust on her grill for fun
Lil mama wan chill fa sum
I might pop a pill fa sum
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I beat it up from the back wit my hand on her neck yay
I suck dat pussy till she make it squirt like a jet yay
I beat the pot to the right den skeet off like a vette yay
She suck it up for da kid I come back wit dat check
I ain't gon spare for none
Imma throw out the bread every crumb
Pick it up off the floor when I'm done
She gon f*ck like a whore when I come
I making a meal on the run
Imma bust on her grill for fun
Lil mama wan chill fa sum
I might pop a pill fa sum

Step in da house and you see Gucci linen
She think I got money you know that I'm spending
Don't know what I do but you know that know winning
She ratchet as f*ck but I love her opinion
I dig in that pussy her mouth for da children
Her boyfriend a minion know I'm a lieutenant
When he go to work she pull up to come get it
And bring her friend too cause she know that they willing
Gone when im finished baby ain't all in her feelinqgs
She f*ck wit a nigga worth millions
Ain't got it right now but you know that its coming
We breaking em down run it up for the summer
I make me a k in a day
If imma hustle den you gotta triple dat number
I f*ck on yo hoe and I know that's a bummer
Just get to that check and go get you another
Niggas wan imitate
Dey trying they best while I been a great
Blow a check and then watch it disintegrate
Get that bag make it go cross the interstate
She throw it back like jersey
She clap that ass on my dick while I penetrate
Make her eat her friend then change places
Pull out let It go on they bare faces

I beat it up from the back wit my hand on her neck yay
I suck dat pussy till she make it squirt like a jet yay
I beat the pot to the right den skeet off like a vette yay
She suck it up for da kid I come back wit dat check
I ain't gon spare for none
Imma throw out the bread every crumb
Pick it up off the floor when I'm done
She gon f*ck like a whore when I come
I making a meal on the run
Imma bust on her grill for fun
Lil mama wan chill fa sum
I might pop a pill fa sum
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Writer: Mario Ricks
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