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get in with me - erica banks lyrics lyrics

[intro]
the f+ck..
street n+gga, 50th floor, eatin p+ssy

[verse]
if he fine and he got kids, i’ma f+ck her baby daddy
now his baby mama callin, holawn bookie we in traffic
all that n+gga wanna do is eat me out & see what’s hatnin
let him see it from the back, he broke a sweat, know it ain’t average
she say she spend her own money, you want a cookie?
street n+gga, 50th floor, eatin p+ssy
i heard they miss me in chicago, tell em book me
ay, i made him nut in 5 minutes & that’s how long it took me
i’m in his pockets, yup
p+ssy knockin, yup
i let him screw it first & then he chop it up
i love to profit, yup
smoke exotic, yup
and all i’m bringing is my phone so bring your wallеt, yup
the f+ck..
he ain’t evеr had sh+t
he was f+ckin other hoes but i’m his only bad b+tch
he mad rich, p as f+ck
we on some outta town sh+t
and i’ma order what i want, don’t give a f+ck bout what that tab is
these b+tches need some new writers, that other sh+t ain’t workin
i slide on sh+t on purpose, ? on them verses
like “d+mn e, can i get in with my budget?”
sh+t, he pulled in with the za and brought a 30, i’m like f+ck it
bring it in
now we smokin out the penthouse
you can cap when you outside but hoe don’t bring that sh+t in this house
i’m straight on it
ate this beat like ? made a plate on it
and if you really wanna get to know me, baby you can wait on it
i’m eatin fruit and got my titties out, i ain’t worried bout no mad hoes
and when i wear that bust down in new york, i’m gettin mad chose
i sold like 20 verses yesterday like “yall can have those”
and if she got a problem, she can stick it up her assh0l+
on god

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