K Suave - Paul lyrics
[K Suave - Paul lyrics]
Broke boy
She just wanna, wanna leave, uh, phew
We got pints in the fridge, yeah
She just wanna take her clothes off
Pull my dick out, she said it's so long
I just bought some expensive shoes
But don't know what they called
I'm in a fast car driving like I'm Paul
I'm in the hills going shopping
But not at the mall
You the type to beat her ass
'cause you seen her with me
She in her feelings
That's why she keep feeling on me
Bitch, I'm in the cut with that stick on me
Gotta a couple hoes, nigga I got to many
She gon' suck my pickle up like
It's a damn binky, yeah, uh
These fuck niggas, they don't want no smoke
I just Kicked her out the crib
Told her take her ass home
I know that it hurt, but baby girl
You gotta be strong
When we fuck we tangle up
In her hair just like a comb
Hit her from the back, she playing my song
Damn
I got racks, this ain't no student loan, damn
Close that curtain, I'm pouring another four
Damn rIP kobe, I'ma pour one more, damn
Romance, I know that she
Used to holding hands
Fucking this bitch and her friend, we hoing
Pull out the camera, record in slow motion
She said that I'm funny
I told that bitch that I'm trolling
She just wanna, wanna leave, uh, phew
We got pints in the fridge, yeah
She just wanna take her clothes off
Pull my dick out, she said it's so long
I just bought some expensive shoes
But don't know what they called
I'm in a fast car driving like I'm Paul
I'm in the hills going shopping
But not at the mall
You the type to beat her ass
'cause you seen her with me
She in her feelings
That's why she keep feeling on me
Bitch, I'm in the cut with that stick on me
Gotta a couple hoes, nigga I got to many
She gon' suck my pickle up
Like it's a damn binky
She just wanna, wanna leave, uh, phew
We got pints in the fridge, yeah
She just wanna take her clothes off
Pull my dick out, she said it's so long
I just bought some expensive shoes
But don't know what they called
I'm in a fast car driving like I'm Paul
I'm in the hills going shopping
But not at the mall
You the type to beat her ass
'cause you seen her with me
She in her feelings
That's why she keep feeling on me
Bitch, I'm in the cut with that stick on me
Gotta a couple hoes, nigga I got to many
She gon' suck my pickle up like
It's a damn binky, yeah, uh
These fuck niggas, they don't want no smoke
I just Kicked her out the crib
Told her take her ass home
I know that it hurt, but baby girl
You gotta be strong
When we fuck we tangle up
In her hair just like a comb
Hit her from the back, she playing my song
Damn
I got racks, this ain't no student loan, damn
Close that curtain, I'm pouring another four
Damn rIP kobe, I'ma pour one more, damn
Romance, I know that she
Used to holding hands
Fucking this bitch and her friend, we hoing
Pull out the camera, record in slow motion
She said that I'm funny
I told that bitch that I'm trolling
She just wanna, wanna leave, uh, phew
We got pints in the fridge, yeah
She just wanna take her clothes off
Pull my dick out, she said it's so long
I just bought some expensive shoes
But don't know what they called
I'm in a fast car driving like I'm Paul
I'm in the hills going shopping
But not at the mall
You the type to beat her ass
'cause you seen her with me
She in her feelings
That's why she keep feeling on me
Bitch, I'm in the cut with that stick on me
Gotta a couple hoes, nigga I got to many
She gon' suck my pickle up
Like it's a damn binky