Sexting

Calling all the girls with the heels,

Preferably the ones with the ass

Tell me girl are those titties real?

Sorry, but a nigga had to ask

Calling all the girls with the heels,

Preferably the ones with the ass

No, I don't live in the hills,

But a nigga do got swag

Look into my eyes you can see I'm gone

Girl, do you know what type of flow I'm on?

Word around town that I'm still unknown

How the fuck that sound?

Since I came up all the fucks bow down

But anyway you see this new style I found?

Looking for a boss so my dick can drown

Put in all in hit it 'til she sounds

What you know about Q?

Bitch, I brought the mothafuckin' gangstas back

What you know about Q?

Bitch, I left the turf and I still be strapped

Still on the scene with a bunch of bitches

Too many on my team need extra benches

One at a time, yeah, I fucks 'em senseless

Give me blow job be my apprentice

You sexy girl, you sexy girl,

Let me rock your world

Get real nasty and lick your pearl

And do the little thing where you make it twirl

You sexy girl, you sexy girl, yeah,

I said it right

Everything in life comes with a price

Now drop it like it's hot and let me fuck tonight

Me and you, one time for the bitches

Me and you, bring a friend to be a witness

Get them digits, texting-texting

Dog or not, you guessing-guessing

At my crib, I'm flexing-flexing

All night long, we sexting-sexting

Sexting-sexting (I'mma tap that ass)

Sexting-sexting (I'mma tap that ass)

Sexting-sexting (I'mma tap that ass)

All night long, we sexting-sexting

Sexting-sexting (I'mma tap that ass)

Sexting-sexting (I'mma tap that ass)

Sexting-sexting (I'mma tap that ass)

All night long, we sexting-sexting

Says she never been with a star

And I can tell she never met a G

Now get your pretty ass in the car

And please don't get ya pussy on my seats

Says she never been with a star

And I can tell she never met a G

Bitch, do you know who I are?

Ain't a new nigga fucking with me

If you wanna hang out then you gotta blow tree

If you wanna stay then you gotta bring three

One more thing, yo, they gotta all drink

Another heads up, yo, they gotta all freak

Twist another wood then we pass it around

Take ya to the crib unfasten your gown

Yeah, I'm tryna hit, don't flake on me now

I ain't tryna hear you ain't sext in a while

What you know about Q?

Bitch, I brough the mothafuckin' gangstas back

What you know about Q?

Bitch, I left the turf and I still be strapped

Still on the scene with a bunch of bitches

Walking through the mall and they blow me kisses

Scratching on my balls probably caught me limping

Figueroa boy, so you know it's pimping

You sexy girl, you sexy girl,

Let me rock your world

Get real nasty and lick your pearl

And do the little thing where you make it twirl

You sexy girl, you sexy girl,

Yeah, I said it right

Everything in life comes with a price

Now drop it like it's hot and let me fuck tonight

Me and you, one time for the bitches

Me and you, bring a friend to be a witness

Get them digits, texting-texting

Dog or not, you guessing-guessing

At my crib, I'm flexing-flexing

All night long, we sexting-sexting

Sexting-sexting (I'mma tap that ass)

Sexting-sexting (I'mma tap that ass)

Sexting-sexting (I'mma tap that ass)

All night long, we sexting-sexting (I'mma tap that ass)

Sexting-sexting (I'mma tap that ass)

Sexting-sexting (I'mma tap that ass)

Sexting-sexting (I'mma tap that ass)

All night long, we sexting-sexting (I'mma tap that ass)