fiction fake – f. n. a. m. p (five nights at my place) lyrics
(hook) +
she bring one, two, three, four
five of her friends just to f+ck
she not a b+tch but she keepin’ it up
i f+ck that b+tch while she pickin’ it up
b+tches walk to me, b+tches wassup
she only drink claws b+tch, get the f+ck up
my d+ck in her mouth or shut the f+ck up
i don’t wanna talk but i just wanna nut
she spend one, two, three, four
five nights just at my place
don’t wanna date but i do want the face
give me some room hoe, give me some sp+ce
she gave me top in the mof+ckin’ sp+ce coupe
drove me crazy like a race
and i’m always on demon time
i don’t love the b+tch but i do love the rage
(verse 1) +
all of these b+tches go stupid
she say she love me but i don’t see cupid
turn to a dog like rufus
i make more money then you just from music
boy, you a goofy and boy, you look stupid
take a pic with your b+tch, it’s not no photo+bomb
my b+tch ass really that big, it’s not photoshop
’boutta blow lookin’ like soda pop
i’m going up, so i’m not aboutta stop
pop me a percocet, i’m ’bouta pass out
i already left but she still got her ass out
i’m makin’ money b+tch, i am a cash cow
spend it from new york b+tch, we goin’ back down
look at my water, i swear that you might drown
smoke on the opps, we can hear how the gas sound
i woke up happy and [?] nightgown
you woke up stressin’ about what your life now
(hook) +
she bring one, two, three, four
five of her friends just to f+ck
she not a b+tch but she keepin’ it up
i f+ck that b+tch while she pickin’ it up
b+tches walk to me, b+tches wassup
she only drink claws b+tch, get the f+ck up
my d+ck in her mouth or shut the f+ck up
i don’t wanna talk but i just wanna nut
she spend one, two, three, four
five nights just at my place
don’t wanna date but i do want the face
give me some room hoe, give me some sp+ce
she gave me top in the mof+ckin’ sp+ce coupe
drove me crazy like a race
and i’m always on demon time
i don’t love the b+tch but i do love the rage
she bring one, two, three, four
five of her friends just to f+ck
she not a b+tch but she keepin’ it up
i f+ck that b+tch while she pickin’ it up
b+tches walk to me, b+tches wassup
she only drink claws b+tch, get the f+ck up
my d+ck in her mouth or shut the f+ck up
i don’t wanna talk but i just wanna nut
she spend one, two, three, four
five nights just at my place
don’t wanna date but i do want the face
give me some room hoe, give me some sp+ce
she gave me top in the mof+ckin’ sp+ce coupe
drove me crazy like a race
and i’m always on demon time
i don’t love the b+tch but i do love the rage
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