Where Is She Lyrics

I need them brown like they penny copper

Fendi bag expensive shopper

Pretty little lady that'll suck me off and fuck me proper

My little country hopper

See me sick become my doctor

Take the doe and flip it like a boss and won't let nothing stop her

I done slimed out I done pimped hoes

Bang chicks it was simple

Made them suck me off they get dimples

Then I dropped a nut on their gym clothes

Talking nice to these bimbos

Got em often lighting my indo

Let em blow me like a nintendo

Then exploding like I'm a pimple

See the thing goes

Most of these chickens is single

So most of these chickens will mingle

And most of these chickens is after the chips like its pringles my nigga that been old

Most of these chickens love gringos

And most of these chickens love dingos

And most of these chickens love yelling at niggas they thinking they playing that bingo

I been through the town I been searching around

Searching for shorty that I don't consider a corny to comfort me now

Searching for chick's that ain't lame that'll give me the brain and then get on the ground

She swear I'm the king of the ring I'm the man of her dreams when I'm putting it down

I need them brown like they penny copper

Fendi bag expensive shopper

Pretty little lady that'll suck me off and fuck me proper

My little country hopper

See me sick become my doctor

Take the doe and flip it like a boss and won't let nothing stop her

See I'm hoping that I'm gonna find her

And I'm hoping that she let me wine her

See my goal is that she let me shine her

Get her open then she let me grind her

I need them brown like they penny copper

Fendi bag expensive shopper

Pretty little lady that'll suck me off and fuck me proper

My little country hopper

See me sick become my doctor

Take the doe and flip it like a boss and won't let nothing stop her

She do fun things with her tongue ring when I come round

Thumping then we humping till the sun's down

Twisting and we tugging girl don't run now

Licking then we busting like a gun sound

Gun sound

Pound town to motown her feet trapped

Legs on her shoulders I'm tryna make them cheeks clap

Bending shorty over I see the road to her peach snap

Got me thick as a Boulder take her moan as good feedback

I tell her lean back she lean back then lean more

Clean cat get a clean tap that made her cream more

Lean back pulled her bean back that made her scream more

Know she feened out she screamed out baby this thing yours