D To La Lyrics

Aye it cost to live like this you here me

Treat them like a suitcase pack them up

I don't really trust these bitches gotta wrap it up

She off that casa migos she acting up

Shake that ass yeah clap it up

You gone let a nigga smack or what

Like a calculator bitch we finna add it up

Matter of fact bitch shake something

Her pussy wet I'm finna buss on her lace frontal

Put the dick on her tongue she trying taste something

She said it hit different yeah when the Jaay on her

All my niggas on go ain't gotta say nothing

Rubber band man bitch you know the pape coming

If it ain't bout money I don't even care

Fuck for the one time put her legs in the air

Beat it like a snare

One hand on frontal other one pulling hair

I'm trying beat it like a opp I'm not playing fair

I'ma make her say woo like Rick Flair

Man hope I hope this rap shit payoff

Her head weak she got fired on her day off

I can't see broke niggas like I'm Ray Charles

Beat the pussy from the back knock her lace off

I'm in a hellcat and she put the cat on me

Do you hear that the pussy sound like macaroni

Bitch I do it big like the fat homie

I'm in my bag I walk around with these racks on me

I'm the Ase Child I keep it one eleven

I want give a bitch my heart I'm not Kevin

I blam once now she think she in heaven

Rip the pussy now we need a medic

She like to suck dick when she high

Pass her the wood and tell her hurry up and buy

Oh she bad and she tatted on her thigh

She wanna fuck I can see it in her eyes

I'm going dumb I'm finna hit her from the side

I feel like Boosie throw that pussy on a live

Do that one dance

I got her legs in the air

Like the Jump Man

Do that one dance

I got her legs in the air

Like the Jump Man

Do that one dance

I got her legs in the air

Like the Jump Man

Do that one dance

I got her legs in the air

Like the Jump Man

Gang

Aye it cost to live like this you hear me