(Intro – Chris Brown style, smooth but dirty)
Yeah… top floor shit, no panties, no problems.
She ain’t text back, she just popped up topless.
Room full of smoke and her ass on my face —
If I die right now, it’s a pretty good place.
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(Verse 1 – Travis x Lil Pump energy)
She got a Birkin and a blade in it,
Told her “sit down,” she said “make me then.”
Ass so fat I forgot what I said,
Only thing on my mind is her legs on my head.
We don’t do dates, we do dirty talk,
She ride me crazy like a stolen car.
Woke up once, saw three missed calls —
All of ‘em bad, I ain’t answer at all.
Balmain jeans and the print so tight,
She ain’t got morals, just plans for the night.
Roll that blunt, then ride this dick,
Told her “shut up” and she bit her lip.
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(Pre-Chorus – melodic, but nasty)
She don’t fall in love, she fall in bags,
Make her cum once, she forget her past.
I don’t play nice, I fuck then ghost,
She call me “daddy” while doin’ the most.
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(Chorus – Chris Brown hook, raw as hell)
Private suite, no clothes, just heels,
Suck me off while I close this deal.
Tell her “don’t move,” she know the drill,
She gon’ ride till I can’t sit still.
Private suite, three hoes, one me,
All this ice, I can’t feel my teeth.
Ass so fat, make a rich man cry,
She don’t love shit — just dick and high life.
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(Verse 2 – Kendrick-style bars, layered with filth)
Yeah —
I don’t do cap, I do cash and cleavage,
Chanel on her back, latex on her secrets.
She don’t suck dick, cool — get lost,
Got five more ready with they titties out crossed.
Treat these hoes like I treat my cups,
Double ’em up then I beat it up rough.
She got a man? Don’t give no fucks,
He call her phone while she lick my—
(Switch flow)
Yeah, lights off, phone on mute,
We make porn, then delete that proof.
She a lil’ freak, but act real sweet —
Until she gaggin’ in the back of the Jeep.
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(Pre-Chorus – slowed down, melodic + dirty)
Yeah, she talk wild, but she moan louder,
Hair all messy, my dick her powder.
Only hit once, but she textin’ like ten,
I don’t fall in love — I fuck her and her friends
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(Chorus – again, harder delivery)
Private suite, no shirt, no shame,
Two in my bed, and they both want flame.
One got class, the other got ass —
But they both get down when I pour that glass.
Private suite, no sleep, no peace,
Dick so good, she broke her lease.
Told her “shut up,” she bit that lip —
Now she addicted like this my script.
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(Outro – Chris on auto-tune, slow & toxic)
She don’t love me, but she still come through…
She say “fuck me” like she mean it too…
I don’t call back, I just change the room…
Private suite, where I change her mood.
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