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jt & stunna girl - lemon pepper lyrics

[intro: jt]
extra lemon pepper on my wings, ho
i ain’t got no rap for b+tches or no sing, ho
i ain’t got no rap for b+tches
i ain’t got no rap for b+tches

[pre+chorus: jt]
got it all on tonight, b+tch, i’m showin’ out (yeah)
filthy+ass b+tch, keep my name out your mouth (dirty ho)

ask him for a bag and his reply is always, “okay”
b+tches play they part just to suck the same d+ck as me
he tell a white lie, i make that n+gga cop another key

jt a convicted felon and i’m still on they ass

if the bag big enough, he get a second chance
smokin’ on some sh+t smell like a b+tch floppin’ down

[chorus: jt]
extra lemon pepper on my wings, ho
i ain’t got no rap for b+tches or no sing, ho
i’m in a relationship, lookin’ real single
big titties slippin’ out, yeah, it’s givin’ freak ho, ow
[verse 1: jt]
pink and purple new diamonds, got my wrist frostbit (ice)
he ate my p+ssy on the yacht, now a b+tch seasick (water)
jt tear the club up just like i’m three 6
like a block of that rerock, he gon’ wanna remix
i’ma shake my donk, valentino pumps
i’m the one buddy love, my ass fat, professor klumps
on my queen bey sh+t, he in love and he drunk
i’m a dade county b+tch, i shoot dice and play tonk

[pre+chorus: jt]
got it all on tonight, b+tch, i’m showin’ out
filthy+ass b+tch, keep my name out your mouth

ask him for a bag and his reply is always, “okay”
b+tches play they part just to suck the same d+ck as me
he tell a white lie, i make that n+gga cop another key

jt a convicted felon and i’m still on they ass

[chorus: jt & stunna girl]
extra lemon pepper on my wings, ho
i ain’t got no rap for b+tches or no sing, ho
i’m in a relationship, lookin’ real single (what?)
big titties slippin’ out, yeah, it’s givin’ freak ho (yeah), ow (heh)
[verse 2: stunna girl]

(ow)
my n+gga keep complainin’, like, “b+tch, cover up that ass”
i can’t help it, though, hood b+tch, order me a number four (order up)
smackin’ popeyes on a pj, then i poured another (poured up)
exotic pop, twenties, double+d titties, i stash his glock (yeah)
dusty b+tches tryna funk with me, can’t even afford a chop (hah)

you from whatever n+gga you f+ckin’ at the time block (on blood)
baddest b+tch throwin’ up b’s (whoop), this bottega eight g’s (veneta)

[pre+chorus: jt]
got it all on tonight, b+tch, i’m showin’ out
filthy+ass b+tch, keep my name out your mouth

ask him for a bag and his reply is always, “okay”
b+tches play they part just to suck the same d+ck as me
he tell a white lie, i make that n+gga cop another key

jt a convicted felon and i’m still on they ass

- jt stunna girl lyrics

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