bbymutha - fyf lyrics
[intro]
(moaning)
[verse 1: bbym-th-]
boy what’s up? i wanna kick it in yo bucket
i’m just livin’, ain’t no lovin’
we just fun and young and f-ckin’
lickin’ d-ck and ain’t no cuffin’
i don’t love these hoes for nothin’
body bangin’, i’m a woman, i’m just younger than yo mother
just wanna take a ride, sit inside, he got custom seats
all over my body, bend me over, she a super freak
strawberry sweet and pet-te, pubic hairs between ya teeth
got you all weak in the knees, you want? gotta battle me
[hook: bbym-th-]
ain’t no rushin’, we just fun and young and f-ckin’
give it to me, ain’t no rushin’, we just fun and young and f-ckin’
you don’t own me, you don’t know me, that sh-t ain’t up for discussion
baby boy, ain’t no rushin’, we just fun and young and f-ckin’
ain’t no rushin’, we just fun and young and f-ckin’
give it to me, ain’t no rushin’, we just fun and young and f-ckin’
you don’t own me, you don’t know me, that sh-t ain’t up for discussion
baby boy, ain’t no rushin’, we just fun and young and f-ckin’
[verse 2: ?]
been seen a n-gg- from curts, i peeped him
put him in reverse, ten stacks, i need them
that’s that – aye how it look from the front
make a n-gg- back-back and me pressure
aye – please spend the money on the dress
‘cause he wanna impress her
put ‘em with the best and the rest on read
gave me a present and the rest gave head
what’s a backseat f-ck when i’m in the sleigh bed?
n-gg-, bread winner, ski slope, saddle up sled
wetter, tellin’ me you n-gg-s on meds, figure
why i’m over b-tches like a pet sitter
d-mn, how i’m finna tell your (?) give me that allowance?
how i’m finna run through this f-ckin’ deposit?
where them n-gg-s whippin’ that whip with the mileage?
keep hush money, i’ll keep ya in the closet
[hook: bbym-th-]
ain’t no rushin’, we just fun and young and f-ckin’
give it to me, ain’t no rushin’, we just fun and young and f-ckin’
you don’t own me, you don’t know me, that sh-t ain’t up for discussion
baby boy, ain’t no rushin’, we just fun and young and f-ckin’
ain’t no rushin’, we just fun and young and f-ckin’
give it to me, ain’t no rushin’, we just fun and young and f-ckin’
you don’t own me, you don’t know me, that sh-t ain’t up for discussion
baby boy, ain’t no rushin’, we just fun and young and f-ckin’
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