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idk, jucee froot & saucy santana - pinot noir lyrics

[intro: smokey robinson, idk & khia]
break of dawn, break of dawn
baby, you can be my rider b+tch
all you ladies pop yo’ p+ssy like this
shake your body, don’t stop, don’t miss (break of dawn, break of dawn)
all you ladies pop yo’ p+ssy like this
shake your body, don’t stop, don’t miss (break of dawn)
uh+huh, yeah

[verse 1: idk & smokey robinson]
you know me, i don’t need no introduction in this
i know n+ggas up north that be pumpin’ the bricks (break of dawn)
i know n+ggas down south that be dumpin’ the clips
i know n+ggas on the east that’s never lovin’ a b+tch (break of dawn)
and she ain’t lovin’ them n+ggas, make five, six figures
back it up, don’t stop, like i can hold that liquor (break of dawn)
back it up, don’t stop, like i can hold that too
two million dollar home, we can go back to (break of dawn, break of dawn)
couple thousand on the watch, that’s a throwback, boo
hundred fifty on the whip, like, “oh, that’s cute”
she said she like the stick hard, i gave the ho bamboo (break of dawn, break of dawn)
she said she like the good beef, i gave the ho wagyu (ooh)
she gon’ get freaky if the bread right
and if the head right, i’ll be there every night
and if the p+ssy good, i’ll be there everyday
face down, ass up, roll play, anime
[chorus: idk & saucy santana]
and that p+ssy so swole
shake that ass to the floor
baby, i’m a little hit
cos i like a n+gga that’s rich (baby, you can be my rider b+tch)
pop it like this, if you a bad ass b+tch
i be the best you ever had (santana)
make a n+gga want it bad (baby, you can be my rider b+tch)

[verse 2: saucy santana]
bad b+tch, white toes, that’s the energy (ow)
started gettin’ money, b+tches turned enemy (tuh)
bein’ broke ain’t a win to me (bye)
can’t f+ck no n+gga with no broke d+ck energy
now he pushin my b+ttons, he thinkin’ ’bout s+x
but all my time gon’ cost you a check
this highway curve gon’ cause you a wreck
these are size forty+twos, on top of yo’ neck
i just want the face first, eat it ’til your face hurt
p+ssy for dessert, ass clappin’ like a church
runnin’ up a check, so my feelings don’t work (feelings don’t work)
applyin’ major pressure and you gon’ need a perc’ (perc’)
i’ii get freaky if the bread right (ow)
and if the head right, i’ll be there every night
if the d+ck good, i’ll be there every day
face down, ass up, roll play, anime
[chorus: idk]
and that p+ssy so swole
shake that ass to the floor
baby, i’m a little hit
cos i like a n+gga that’s rich (baby, you can be my rider b+tch)
pop it like this, if you a bad ass b+tch
i be the best you ever had
make a n+gga want it bad (baby, you can be my rider b+tch)

[verse 3: jucee froot]
i’m a boss ass b+tch, might walk ya b+tch
i ain’t droppin’ off sh+t, icebox my wrist
i’ma put it on his face, make him talk to it
i’ma spray him like some mace, n+gga, better not squint
raw b+tch, but, nah, i can’t be your baby momma
i’ma ride it like a llama if your d+ck have some commas
told him, “play with the p like he play with the numbers”
submarine in my stream, ooh, the way he go under
girl, don’t be scared, gon’ pop yo’ cat
f+ck all that, gon’ pop ur cat
if he got them ends, girls, bend yo’ back
gotta babysit his kids if he on a private jet
too good, i’m no good, toxic
for the streets, i’m in yo’ hood, drop it
i cream, he got cheese, cottage
and when i leave, won’t hear from me, he on the blocklist
[outro: jucee froot]
bend yo’ back
bend yo’ back

- idk jucee froot saucy santana lyrics

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