Intro/On My Soul lyrics

by

OJ da Juiceman


[Verse 1]
If that is your b*tch then you better come cuff her
Don't want her don't need her
You f*ck her you feed her
I beat up that pus*y
You go by and eat her
Got b*tch named Maria that's my senorita
Shawty pretty like Aaliyah
Body crazy like a stripper she kiss on my neck with her hand on my zipper
I'm throwing that money she dancing I tip her
Knock a n*gga out the picture
Lick that pus*y like a swisher she brought her girlfriend Imma give her the issue
Depend on the grind n*gga I'm trynna get richer
She told I need you I want I love you I miss you
I do what I do got to stick to the scripture
Those hoes fall in love when they gone on the liquor
If I get in her head you can marry that b*tch Imma pimp her
Then show right up on that b*tch with her sister
Got so many hoes in my phone can't remember (Loud)
So caught on them hoes you would think my name is December
I get at your b*tch 'til I make her surrender
And n*gga I'm gone

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