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city girls - that old man lyrics

[intro]
(cook that sh+t up, quay)
(earl on the beat)

[chorus: ester dean]
put some money in the slot and the p+ssy will pop
put some money in the slot and the p+ssy+
put, put, put some money in the slot and the p+ssy will pop
wind it up, wind it up like he jack in the box
put some money in the slot and the p+ssy will pop
put some money in the slot and the p+ssy+
put, put, put some money in the slot and the p+ssy will pop
wind it up, wind it up like he jack in the box
he like+

[verse 1: jt]
all these n+ggas all up on my d+ck
they just wanna f+ck a famous b+tch (uh, uh, uh)
so i made him get in line, made him buy a ticket
i make a n+gga pay a fee right before he l!ck it
i’ma ride that d+ck like a broom on wicked (m,m)
uncle luke said, “don’t stop, get it, get it” (don’t stop, get it, get it)
see this ice around my neck, yeah it’s qc (ice)
take me to the jeweler, n+gga, f+ck the movies (f+ck that)
and this p+ssy more wetter than jacuzzi (splash)
it’ll knock a n+gga out like a roofie (goodnight)
this scam n+gga don’t wanna trick
that don’t matter ’cause it don’t stop sh+t (you ain’t stoppin’ sh+t)
uh, bye, movin’ right along
new bae from the a and his d+ck real long (hey bae)
i f+ck him good, move a b+tch to calabasas (oww)
bugatti jt, i make him come the fastest (broom)
[chorus: ester dean]
put some money in the slot and the p+ssy will pop
put some money in the slot and the p+ssy+
put, put, put some money in the slot and the p+ssy will pop
wind it up, wind it up like he jack in the box
put some money in the slot and the p+ssy will pop
put some money in the slot and the p+ssy+
put, put, put some money in the slot and the p+ssy will pop
wind it up, wind it up like he jack in the box

[verse 2: yung miami]
uh, it’s yung miami, p+ssy make a n+gga act up (period)
these diamonds dancin’, what the f+ck i need a flash for? (b+tch)
(mm+hmm) these hoes broke, and they jealous like (mm+hmm)
this ass clappin’, records sellin’ light (ayy)
rolls royce and the b+tch sittin’ cozy
runnin’ circles round these n+ggas, ring around the rosy
it make me happy when he buy a b+tch a lotta things (oww)
he a trick, i call him up just to get the ring (uh)
put that d+ck up in my stomach like a belly ring
he think he buyin’ gucci, b+tch, these fashion nova jeans
i don’t care ’cause he not mine, i swipe ’til his card ’til it decline (period)

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