[Verse 1: Lyrica Anderson]
I don't feel like waiting
I don't feel like patience sitting by my side
I don't feel like moving
Suck this pussy through these panties, yeah
I'm chillin' boy
Suck this pussy through these panties, yeah
I ain't getting up
Suck this pussy through these panties, yeah
Timing on your sideboard, get with it, yeah
It's 12:30, yeah, you know what it is
Lingerie all ready for this
I got a kitty shaved all for you, bae
All for you bae
This shit is all for you baby
ESPN is all for you bae
Just cook dinner and it's all for you bae
Later you know what I want from you, bae
Give me what I need now, yeah
[Verse 2: Lyrica Anderson]
I don't feel like waiting
I don't feel like patience sitting by my side
I dont feel like moving
Suck this pussy through these panties, yeah
I'm chillin' boy
Suck this pussy through these panties, yeah
I ain't getting up
Suck this pussy through these panties, yeah
Timing on your sideboard, get with it, yeah
Get with it
Get with it
Get with it
Get with it
Get with it, bae
Why you think I'm weighing out these strawberry's
You should lips, not your tongue ain't it necessary
[Verse 3: Kash Doll]
When I'm gone on patrone I be turnt up
He ain't (?) so he gotta get it turnt up
Yeah
Somebody get this boy a crown
Cuz the way he's going down
He the king of the south
He wanna suck my pussy through my panties
I ain't even gotta take off my little pearls
We got it in for an hour last night
He fucked up my weave
Now I gotta get some curls, yeah
He said he'd wanna lick the rapper
If he's good than I might lick the lollypop, yeah
The way his lips on a box
You ain't ready for the juice look nig*a so you better stop
No, don't stop, no
[Verse 4: Lyrica Anderson]
I don't feel like waiting, yeah, yeah
I don't feel like patience sitting by my side, uh-oh
I don't feel like moving
Suck this pussy through these panties, yeah, yeah
I'm chillin' boy
Suck this pussy through these panties, yeah
(C'mon, C'mon)
I ain't getting up
Suck this pussy through these panties, yeah, oh yeah yeah
Timing on your sideboard, get with it (get with it), yeah
Do it good I wanna let it go
Say the toosh toosh just like uneatable
Watch this place go up
Oh-oh-oh oh
This ain't no favour boy I don't owe you
Throw that foreplay on, boy
Do what you want to
Boy, I just might let you get it
Might let you gimme the business
I'm on some other shh*
Boy, you can leave when you finish
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