WALE

WALE - The One Eyed Kitten Song lyrics

rate me

feat. Travis Porter

I was riding through wherever like my situation better

Bet they make demands when they see you making money

Romanelli custom, make it, buy it

Haters priceless, a hundred for the buttocks

I don't be with squares less they sitting on my luggage

See that's a little different, Damier was a cover

Now won't you tell me something about the joint that you was stunting

Yeah, Ralph you know the girl that always asking about some money

Man cut that talk, I ain't ever spending nothing

But some gas and some motherfucking rubbers

Check it on the dash, 120 out speeding

You play phone tag a minute, was tryina see it

Told her we can be low, Pinot and roll a weed up

Did you get her on cam? No brag, but Tarantino

Now you know, so we know, told me I can keep it

Nigga, did you smash? I smashed

But did you eat it?

My answer

Took her to the room make her bust it wide open

Killed that pussy, died with his eyes open

Killed that pussy, died with his eyes open

Killed that pussy, died with his eyes open

Man, took her to the room make her bust it wide open

Killed that pussy, died with his eyes open

Killed that pussy, died with his eyes open

Killed that pussy, died with his eyes open

Hold up, wait, chill, let it marinate

White girl with a booty, call it carrot cake

Black girl with a booty, call it double fudge

Brought my nigga along, we having double fun

Killed that pussy, died with his eyes open

Hopped out the pussy fly with my fly open

You hopped out the pussy fly with your fly open?

With her legs in the sky like the suicides open

Suicide doors, suicide whores

We all up at the crib, it's a quarter past four

Chilling, smoking, drinking

Like Jay-Z off-key I'm singing

Ok, I met this girl named Sara

Did she pull up in a Panamera?

No, that's another broad, this another broad

Little yellow tail, but I ain't hit it raw

Took her to the room make her bust it wide open

Killed that pussy, died with his eyes open

Killed that pussy, died with his eyes open

Killed that pussy, died with his eyes open

Man, took her to the room make her bust it wide open

Killed that pussy, died with his eyes open

Killed that pussy, died with his eyes open

Killed that pussy, died with his eyes open

What’s up, bro? Nothing much, Joe

Tell me about the brunette you caught up at your last show

She was playing hitting hard to get it, I dig it

You sweat it? A little, blame it all on the liquor

Shit, I was so faded couldn't keep my eyes open

Playing eye to eye till she poke it out for me

Forty five later she was jumping all on me

It was on, it was on, then put on for the homie

Ok, next time I got you, I just caught in the moment

When I bring friends in her friends will get focused

Dogs will be dogs, shones will be shonin'

Kitten call me then it die with eyes open

Took her to the room make her bust it wide open

Killed that pussy, died with his eyes open

Killed that pussy, died with his eyes open

Killed that pussy, died with his eyes open

Man, took her to the room make her bust it wide open

Killed that pussy, died with his eyes open

Killed that pussy, died with his eyes open

Killed that pussy, died with his eyes open

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