TYGA - A Voice 4rm Heaven Pt.2 Michael Jackson lyrics

rate me

Thou I pull up my lollipop, he let it lick the rapper

And I never kiss her after

I pass her to my dawgs

Shit is like lottery numbers

Girl you have to hit the most

First they start to choose and now probably pass his Uzzy

In the sink I might have her naked like Marcus Huston

Yeah, you missin’ with the bastard, use to

Roabbin’ David in my car so let’s start this all now

And I don’t need no hood for this chick

She gonna let me win, (she gonna let me win)

Yo she gonna let me hit x 2

Ok, let’s try to take your clothes off

Then I’mma hit, I’mma hit it til the dose out

And when we wrack it, I’mma hit it til the dose out

She say her pussy is the stoppin’

And I’m like if that’s the case I’mma beat it like Jordan got it

I’mma rock it like I’m use like when I lean in

And now between me and you but this for me and you

But can I take it off you, drive my type approach yeah

I do it so right, she call me an author

But I am just a gatter, yeah I’m just a gatter

Straight to the power, yeah it’s what I roll on

Yeah I swear I’mma her cheer like hit and hit

Showty, showty you can be _______(?)

And I don’t need this shit

I try to hit it, hit it

And I don’t need this shit

I try to hit it, hit it

Like if you try this like before

I play you like a toy

I know I pray you like but no I’m not a leader, I’m not a leader

No, I got to ball and fall for me and you

Let’s take this shit for the top

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Let’s keep this shit West Coast

Let’s rollin’ down the street, all my fan up

Sippin’ and cookin’ that tunes

Count stacks, cu I’m gettin’ every dollar and my chicken top model

Young tricks to the mess up

Come on that top floor, when they start

Nigga have cigars and the minibar

Soon as he take it off, sure I’ve been see ‘em gone

Soon as she put it on, sure or sure they in the guard

I’m like the porn star but without the _____(?)

Check up, every check I got the bruve off

My bank account lookin’ sumethin’ like the cookies are

I put the hands in only if it’s gonna involve

________(?)

But when they saw me they just scream for more

Young tigers skinny, skinny baggy I’ve been tighter

Make letter, come together, human type righter

Don’t bose if you can’t show

Cuz I show roll like fans when it’s free roll

I get so much cheese, they call me cheater

And these others nigga crash, fingers

[Rollin’ down the street, all my fan up sippin’ up, cookin’ that juice

Count’ stacks, cuz’I’m countin’ every dollar and my chicken top model ] x 2