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kidd adamz - gushy lyrics

yeah, yeah
i be on the go

i be on the go, you know
just text when it’s a go, i’ll know
pull up 4 a.m., you home?
she said the doors open, fasho
it’s like she need the pipe in her life
only really hit it like twice in my life
i can’t lie that p-ssy was the bomb, dynamite
said you got a n-gga but he gone when i slide
ch-ch, mines for the night

[tund3/kidd adamz verse]
smokin’ on my dope i f-cked my re-up
i said i got you back hoe yeah i’ma re-up
uh, yeah i locked the doors & put the keys up
in a foreign whip & no this ain’t a kia
my b-tch like sia you can’t see her
sippin’ on jupina with her feet up
you can’t smoke my dope can’t touch my reefer
sack stay on my hip just like a beeper
i told her give it to me
give me that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushy stuff
if i hit from the back i’ma f-ck it up
got that grip that attach like a suction cup
she a freak when she wet make her squirt on the spot
pretty face small mouth but she gurgle alot
from the 4 round the way, use to circle the block
she could move like a lady but she twerk like a thot

[tund3/kidd adamz verse]
huh, heater, ridin’ with my heater
you can’t see me i look like john cena
i see ya, know i wouldn’t be ya
weed from cali, b-tch from costa rica
all i see is “si, mamacita”
she ain’t a goalie but my b-tch a keeper
a little ratchet yeah my lil’ eater
come to the telly we ain’t gotta creep up
really in the field, n-ggas in the bleachers
30’s with the beams, call ’em heatseekers
schoolin’ all these n-ggas i feel like a teacher
got her on her knees like she pray no preacher
told me “what’s the plan now? ain’t no man now”
i’m still selling grams gotta understand now
let me hit this jug, hit you when i’m headin’ out
we got time to play, let me hit this play cause
i be on the go

- kidd adamz lyrics

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