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blac chyna - maui lyrics

[intro]
(kt and kyle, make it dirty)
(mally missed this one right here)
(mally mall)

[chorus: desiigner]
call me daddy, huh, huh (git, git)
she got the fatty, huh (woo, woo)
bad b+tch a baddy (bad)
she get my addy (git, git, git)
she a freaky girl and yeah, she wanna get nasty
she a bad lil’ broad and she just like callin’ me daddy (dad)
i be throwin’ the ones and i be slappin’ them ass cheeks (cash)
i can get a baddy when we fly out to maui (woo, woo, woo)

[verse 1: blac chyna]
before i make this ass move
gotta see what that cash do
bad b+tch with an attitude
might jump for the d+ck and do a dance move (you see it)
v12 when i pass through
in a big body benz, that’s a g wagon (2020)
now i’m [?] in this b+tch, get freak nasty
if my name in his mouth, he been еatin’ ass
can’t argue with a b+tch in the c class
so many hatin’ b+tches, i donе lost count
break a lil’ n+gga pockets then i walk out
fifty k, nothin’ less when i pop out
i ain’t never give a f+ck like a dropout (it’s chyna)
and if i so happen to give you this p+ssy, you best believe i want you diamonds, i like it
[chorus: desiigner]
call me daddy, huh, huh (git, git)
she got the fatty, huh (woo, woo)
bad b+tch a baddy (bad)
she get my addy (git, git, git)
she a freaky girl and yeah, she wanna get nasty
she a bad lil’ broad and she just like callin’ me daddy (dad)
i be throwin’ the ones and i be slappin’ them ass cheeks (cash)
i can get a baddy when we fly out to maui (woo, woo, woo)

[verse 2: desiigner]
she keep on blowin’ (blow, blow, blow)
she keep on goin’ (yeah, git, git)
yeah, she keep on goin’ (she keep on goin’, goin’)
she keep f+ckin’ blowin’ (woo, woo, woo, woo, woo)
she be suckin’ with a lot of spit (spit)
both hands on my d+ck (d+ck)
she be suckin’ with a lot of spit (spit)
both hands on my d+ck (git, git, git, git)
she be callin’ me daddy ’cause i put her in designer (designer)
she be wearin’ fendi when i’m drippin’ in prada (drip)
every day and night i gotta stay with my choppa (thrraah)
i gotta stay with shooters, turn your brain into pasta (git, git, git, thrraah)

- blac chyna lyrics

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