Luyện nghe bài hát On & On

Juicy J, Belly, Lanez
It's for the chicks,

Did I to mention?
The way that you twistin' and movin' body got me on and then some
I'd do it
I know that you moving on and on and on and on
On and on and on
You're moving on and on and on and on
DJ playing your (Yeah hoe!)

Nigga, I'm on one, I'm on
She on me, she want
We on a high level
Them pussy lips, talk
on a Xan, we don't need a bed
Make a mess you give me head
Slob on my knob like a chicken
dirty to it, she like what I say
One more for the bitches (for the bitches)
Two more shots for the (for the hoes)
it up like evander
'Till you knocked out
I'm in her mouth a toothbrush
Hit it from the back 'till I touch her soul (you it)
You're tryna get it and I'm tryna block
'Cause I know you tryna reach your
pussy ain't really worth bragging 'bout
But the pretty little bitch got a nasty
On the Snap, on the sink, and her ass is out
I bet these be cashing out (keen)
Pull up in the drop and I this spot
Shawty wanna ball, better that rock
Let her touch paper, never touch that work
If you ain't gon' shoot don't that Glock

Did I forget to
The way that you and movin' your body
Got me on and some
I'd probably do it, I know you probably movin'
On and on and on and on
On and on and on
You're moving on and on and on and on
DJ your song (Yeah hoe!)

I was as totally
I all these bitches clowned me
Out in up around the block to come around me
Only time you held me is when you tried to drown me (yeah)
I'm a fucking savage, should've left me where they me
Ayy now, I say the word, she on the way down
He gon' probably out it any day now
Boy, to come-ups, you gon' stay down (oh no)
Hey now

Told her chill, I need a couple pills
to get in my zone
Talking "Oh L'amour" with the (shit)
to see the time go, whoa
Stop it baby, not be crazy
Versace, that's not Versacee (whoa)
Took the but now I got the LaShee
Oh, top, from the drop, Mercedes

Did I forget to
The way that you twistin' and your body
Got me on and some
I'd do it, I know that you probably movin'
on and on and on and on
On and on and on
You're moving on and on and on and on
DJ playing your (Yeah hoe!)

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