GDP - Clit lyrics

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Sup ladies when I put it down I be rubbin'
On her clit, clit, clit, clit, clit
When I eat her out I be suckin'
On her clit, clit, clit, clit, clit
And she squirm around cause I'm touchin'
On her clit, clit, clit, clit, clit
And all these young bitches man they
Want the… they want the… gDP… son… what

2 humps like a camel
Now she has a camel crush on me
Luckily I could give a flying motha fuck im G
Fuck with me
I'd love you to if it was up to me
I'm getting more accustom to the
Finer things and luxuries
Slide her panties off it's
Roast beef under these
My accapella hotter than ur cruel
Summer fuck this beat clam dip
My mans whip loves to eat pierced
Clit bitches is like deer ticks suckin me
What you thought it wasn’t, I don’t love em
They get a kid head
Y'all don’t know nothing about bustin' 3
Sums in a twin bed touch em
I tuck em youngins like teddy
Bux then the chick spreads
20-somethin givin' head like split ends
Suckin on her clit, clit, clit, clit, clit

When I put it down I be touchin
On her clit, clit, clit, clit, clit
Then shes squirm around cause im rubbin
On her clip, clip, clip, clip, clit
And all these young bitches man they
Want the… they want the
Yeah, GDP son fuck you