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civil justus – fantasies lyrics

backseat in that uber
pussy wet need a scooba
you a freak and i know it now
slam dunk, how it’s going down
don’t get us kicked out the whip
got your hands all on my d-ck
saw my print my a contract
now she fiend for the contact
fuck it up like she’s importing the sisters
but really she fucking, she calling out scriptures
she praising the lord when i’m plugging her fixtures
give her the d and i got her addicted
stealing her soul, they never complain
sexing and freakin and flippin and flexin
like method, i’m bringing the pain
if you can’t hang, then stay in your lane

what’s yo fantasy? what’s yo, what’s yo fantasy?
it get ludacris, better make sure you can handle me
and…
bust it, bust it, bust it down x2
bruk it up, bruk it up, bruk it now x2

you already know that i’m trouble
give her the big o, that triple and double
have running it back like she in a huddle
whenever i’m in it, it’s more than a puddle
swim in a lake and river
give her the mouth til’ she shake and quiver
karl malone the way i deliver
picking and rolling and she’ll be my dinner
that way you move in that dress
shorty shake in all the right places
and you a g
drink that henny straight with no chaser
that way that it wobble, i’m feeling like master p
shorty is artwork, it look like a masterpiece
k!lling em all and she taking the casualties
causally schooling em, part of the faculty
face down -ss up, that the way i like to fuck
and you know i abide, call me canelo how i beat it up

what’s yo fantasy? what’s yo, what’s yo fantasy?
it get ludacris, better make sure you can handle me
and…
bust it, bust it, bust it down x2
bruk it up, bruk it up, bruk it now x2

bridge
soy el jefe, mami call me civil castro
and throw that -ss, throw it like we throwing cash tho
bust it down low, bust it bust it down low
bust it down low, bust it bust it down low

- civil justus lyrics

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