Luyện nghe bài hát beat that pussy up

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i know lately that we aint did much but on my mama girl i promise im gon that up
i know you sick of all them bitches them rumors and lies but however gets the weather you gone always be mine
and im gon stretch my time we can make right
no mo laying between them sheets by yourself at night and ima that pussy up beat that pussy up gurl im gon beat that pussy up til u holla thats enough

(verse 1)
i walked outside (look) im tired of this mane my juve in the yard wit my in her hand
my girl looked at me said you dawg ass nigga to put this knife in yo muthafuckin liver
i could say shit had to leave the she punch me in my shit all i did is walk out
be'cause im wrong but tonight when she go home ima keep calling her til she let me lay that bone (fuck that shit)
my bitch done put my on child support (garbage) my nigga on the run (slip) and got on that dope
i need to fuck something bad i got some pressure build up so the thing i fuck she gon get extra ripped up
i looked up to god i him fix this shit (fix this shit) i got J-Lo at home i need my bitch
three in the morning girl still hangin up the phone she answer bring yo nasty ass home
girl im on my way

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(verse 2)
Man dis next time dis bitch hit me on my chirp line,Boosie how my mouth was and im rite beside my fuckin gurl, (look) oh you lettin dem hoes suck on my shit, i told her no she sucked B, but he juss played like he was me, she got quiet 4 a minute i her on tha neck I played wit dat pussy and I got my gurl wet she said I luv yo black ass I said i luv you too,
Another bitch done hit me up Boosie wat do it do, she grabbed my phone who is dis hoe hung up she broke my shit, threw out all my shit made a nigga moe sick damn wat i done did,(what i done did) she like Bossie u aint gone neva see yo muthafuckin kid I told dat Im Sorry,i'm tired of lyin, tired of seein my gurl cryin, need a second third chance please don't get anotha man its been months since i took you out, always in dat fuckin south i wanna beat dat pussy up please don't put a nigga out

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Now lately, everybody
Me, u, and the children, everybody slippin
Imma it real lets get it right
lets have a dinner girl candlelight,(shit) that'll be
but tha ice make ya happy (nope)
aint make ya happy
but it all dat, it was hos who bought da madness
Use to at each other now we mad at each other
In the bed we used to cuddle, now i even fuck 'er
and everytime ya gone i be of you
got my thang rock hard, im feenin 4 u
we 1st meet it was right on time
u was bonnie, i was
girl u down to ride, nigga im yo ride or die
dats what i like to hear, softly in my ear
Lets take 'em to da like ***** *****
all these years da (down da drain)
i'm 75% wrong, i'll change
but im to get better mayne

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