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jo papi, roseboy, danny sloane - wo lyrics

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[intro: jo papi]

poke it

poke it

poke it out

poke it

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poke it out

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poke it

poke it out

poke it

poke it

poke it out
(papi)

[verse 1: jo papi]

if you got a fatty shake that ass

f+ckin’ break her back

she know how to play for cash

f+ck i said my bad

pullin’ b+tches put them on they knees

yuh i got some weed

pullin’ b+tches put them on the team

this is where you wanna be

i keep that realest in my company

it’s really hard to not be lovin’ me

yuh them titties look like double d’s
oooh when she f+ckin’ me

swear she know what she bе doin’

once she start she keep it movin’

i don’t got lost in thе booty

i just run my d+ck right through it

[hook: jo papi]

she bad oh no

my dogs all woah

we smoke dat dro

ass poke out woah

poke it out

poke it

poke it
poke it out

poke it

poke it

poke it out

poke it

poke it

poke it out

poke it

poke it

[verse 2: danny sloane]

(yuh yuh)

don’t need to tell me how to count a band

don’t need to tell me how to whip it

when we in the benz

and i been gettin’ real tired of

hearing ‘bout your friends

‘cuz they never come over

and i take offense

(uh uh)

already f+cked up off a benzo

(uh)

now she caught me up in a friend zone

(uh)

now she tryna say that i ain’t special

(uh)

how could you say that i’m not special

[verse 3: roseboy]

b+tches gotta shave that p+ssy bald

like they lex luther

gotta get them out the shower quick

to give me neck sooner

how the f+ck you gonna pull up on me

with no tech shooters

how the f+ck you pull up with a b+tch

and not introduce her

i heard she really ‘bout them missions

but i don’t spread rumors

she diss you in the post gazette

but you can’t afford to sue her

i’m about to pull up on your b+tch

on a spin scooter

boutta hit south side with your b+tch

on a spin scooter

b+tch know whatever i say goes

like my name simon

steady cookin’ dope on a gas stove

just for the firemen

i be blocking hoes like they legos

and they more fun to vibe with

she get offended when i call her name dumb

her name is island

we thought we could have that interstate love

that’s wishful thinking

posted up in that moon shaped pool

got me sinking

radiohead from these b+tches got me geekin’

she pull up on my king of limbs for the weekend

[hook: jo papi]

she bad oh no

my dogs all woah

we smoke dat dro

ass poke out woah

poke it out

poke it

poke it

poke it out

poke it

poke it

poke it out

poke it

poke it

poke it out

poke it

poke it
poke it out

[outro: jo papi]

poke it

poke it

poke it out

poke it

poke it

poke it out

poke it

poke it

poke it out

poke it

poke it

poke it out



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