lyrics

Tapout:
(wayne)If you hating, you just need some pussy
She fucked up when she gave me some pussy
Say I fuck it better than that other nigga
She say ‘Tune I’m bout to cum’ I say ‘I’m coming witcha’
And she don’t like them pretty niggas, siddity niggas
She ride this dick- her titties jiggle, that’s my pillows
That’s because I sleep in that ho, hit it when I wake up
Tell the pigs I say As-Salam Alaykum
My bitch a choosy lover, never fuck without a rubber
Sweet yellow bone thing, I call her honey mustard
Pussy like a seashell, dick like a V-12
She say I drive her crazy, I say just keep on your seat-belt
Bend it over, bust it open for me
Baby bend it over, bust it open for me
She say she love me, she just love this dick
Come put that million dollar pussy on me, make me rich
Tunechi

[Hook: Future]
She got the million dollar
Million dollar, ooh-ooh-ooh
She got that million dollar
Million dollar, ooh-ooh-ooh
And all I wanna do is touch it
Touch it, ooh-ooh-ooh
Make her tap out
Tap out, tap out, tap out, tap out
And I’mma make her tap out
Tap out, tap out, tap out, tap out

[Verse 2: Birdman]
Crib made her tap out
Sauna made her tap out
Jet made her tap out
Pilot with the map out
Million on the diamonds
Million on the kitchen
Millions on the Maybach, glass top ceiling
Million dollar pussy
Sleeping on Versace
Sleeping on the Fendi
Sleeping on Cavalli
Married to the money
Millions in the bank
Alexander McQueen, rich in the paint

[Hook: Mack Maine]
I got that fuck me if you love, on some nigga shit
She got that million dollar, 7 figure, nigga rich
We switch positions like we do yoga in this bitch
She get to shaking then stiff

[Hook: Future]
She got the million dollar
Million dollar, ooh-ooh-ooh
She got that million dollar
Million dollar, ooh-ooh-ooh
And all I wanna do is touch it
Touch it, ooh-ooh-ooh
Make her tap out
Tap out, tap out, tap out, tap out
And I’mma make her tap out
Tap out, tap out, tap out, tap out

[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj]
Million dollar pussy
Million dollar pussy
6 inch pumps
Play with his balls, dunks
Bald head, yuck
Don’t want no Forest, Gumps
Don’t let me tell you twice, already told you once
Eat that pussy
Who got the baddest pussy on the planet?
D-Boys love me, they don’t understand it
Million dollar pussy, might pounce on that ass
Throw them hundreds til I lose counts on that ass
Max out all of them accounts on that ass
Million dollar checks, don’t bounce on that ass
Pull up in that ‘you can’t afford this’
Only rap bitch on the Forbes list
Pussy, jewlery make em say ‘burr’ man
Rub hands like Birdman

[Birdman: Outro]
Rich Gang and Rich girl
Sexy Slim, I see you
Paradise home, flossing while you shining
Jumping out Bugatti’s, fuck the money game up
Why? I don’t know
Sweet D! Love you babygirl

Fu+k’n problem:
[Hook: 2 Chainz, Drake, and Rocky]
I love bad bitches, that’s my fucking problem
And yeah I like to fuck, I got a fucking problem
I love bad bitches, that’s my fucking problem
And yeah I like to fuck I got a fucking problem
I love bad bitches, that’s my fucking problem
And yeah I like to fuck, I got a fucking problem
If finding somebody real is your fucking problem
Bring your girls to the crib maybe we can solve it

[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky]
Hold up, bitches simmer down
Taking hella long, bitch give it to me now
Make that thing pop like a semi or a nine
Ooh baby like it raw with the shimmy shimmy ya, huh
A$AP get like me
Never met a motherfucker fresh like me
All these motherfuckers wanna dress like me
Put the chrome to your dome, make you sweat like Keith
Cause I’m the nigga, the nigga nigga, like how you figure?
Getting figures and fuckin’ bitches, she rolling Swishers
Brought her bitches, I brought my niggas, they getting bent up off the liquor
She love my licorice, I let her lick it
They say money make a nigga act nigger-ish
But least a nigga nigga rich
I be fucking broads like I be fucking bored
Turn a dyke bitch out, have her fucking boys, beast

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Drake]
Ooh, I know you love it when this beat is on
Make you think about all of the niggas you’ve been leadin’ on
Make me think about all of the rappers I’ve been feedin’ on
Got a feelin’ that’s the same dudes that we speakin’ on, oh word?
Ain’t heard my album? Who you sleepin’ on?
You should print the lyrics out and have a fuckin’ read-along
Ain’t a fuckin’ sing-along ‘less you brought the weed along
Then ju.. (Okay, I got it)
Then just drop down and get yo’ eagle on
Or we can stare up at the stars and put the Beatles on
All that shit you talkin’ ’bout is not up for discussion
I will pay to make it bigger, I don’t pay for no reduction
If it’s comin’ from a nigga I don’t know, then I don’t trust it
If you comin’ for my head, then motherfucker get to bustin’
Yes Lord, I don’t really say this often
But this long dick nigga ain’t for the long talkin’, I beast

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]
Yeah ho, this the finale
My pep talk turn into a pep rally
Say she from the hood but she live inside in the valley now
Vaca’d in Atlanta, then she goin’ back to Cali, mmm
Got your girl on my line, world on my line
The irony, I fuck em at the same damn time
She eyeing me like a nigga don’t exist
Girl, I know you want this di–
Girl, I’m Kendrick Lamar
AKA Benz is to me just a car
That mean your friends-es need be up to par
See my standards are pampered by threesomes tomorrow, mmm
Kill em all dead bodies in the hallway
Don’t get involved, listen what the crystal ball say
Halle Berry, hallelujah
Holla back I’ll do ya, beast

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