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spark master tape - pay chekk lyrics

[e-40]
she a flirt, she look like pet milk come out when she squirt
she don’t believe in wearing panties under her skirt
no bra under her shirt

i like the way she twerk, i like the way she twerk
i like the way, i like the way, i like the way she twerk
i like the way she twerk, i like the way she twerk
she don’t believe in wearing panties under her skirt

baby this your motivation
make your cheeks applaud like a standing ovation
got my d-ck hard like incarceration
let me buy you a drink, intostication, h-llo, uuaah
ain’t nothing square about this hustler here man
give a chick a chinese name
one gone, play head games
but you want more, want more
get it real within your rear
it’s smacking yo mind, baby girl they call me earl
i rap and i rhyme but i used to sell that swirl
that white, white, white candy cane and mother of pearl
it’s right, right, right b-tch

[chorus]
i said hey lil’ momma, what’s the deal?
talk to me girl, i’ma keep it real
i’ve been on you since you walked through the door
now drop it low like there’s money on the floor

[spark master tape]
f-ck robin hood, we robbin’ hoods
we move in silence, k!llers should
we bang hard, we been high, no change man
f-ck a job man, my cv say i gang bang

push a foreign whip, i f-ck a foreign b-tch
got a foreign couch, b-tch i own a foreign house
pull a foreign clip, i got a foreign clique
got ya girl at the crib, she eat a foreign d-ck

p-ssy like a buffet, laid out like a duvet
ox’ poppin’ bunny, wanna f-ck and film a movie
she still clappin’ that -ss, -ss, -ss, -ss, make bands with it
deep throat no hands wit it
spark beef, you gamblin
she been peepin’ the st–z, bent down on knees
taught the b-tch to go deep, it’s that money shot ho, cheese

all it
all it take is a turbo for me to steal a porsche
i’m in the kitchen and that sh-t look like a ski resort

[chorus]
i said hey lil’ momma, what’s the deal?
talk to me girl, i’ma keep it real
i’ve been on you since you walked through the door
now drop it low like there’s money on the floor

[dat n-gga nug]
b-tch drop that -ss down to the pavement
like you shaking it for satan
make money, make money, money uhhh!
tell your homegirl with the big ‘ol b-tt
stop fronting, get the p-ssy up ho
it’s just me and the spark master
dropping out of sp-ceb-lls out of nasa
coming through fresher than your pastor
i mean cooler than alaska (ya like it?)

chevy sittin’ way high up off the ground
blowing on piff i ain’t coming down
i used to move mids like the migos
and then i got bricks b-tch i’m ?nebo?
rolling up on shorty like, w-ssup on my 40 i
got a couple dollars, i heard bands’l make her dance, b-tch
bring a couple friends and, get some of this bread cause it’s
paper platoon, we the goons and we in

[chorus]
i said hey lil’ momma, what’s the deal?
talk to me girl, i’ma keep it real
i’ve been on you since you walked through the door
now drop it low like there’s money on the floor

[sample: oprah winfrey & michael jackson]
why do you always grab your crotch? (giggle)

hey lil’ momma, what’s the deal?

[spark master tape] x2
paper platoon, we blow loud
in the club sh-t about to go down
paper goons, we rollin’ out
in the car blow they f-cking brain out

now i ain’t never been a p-ssy motherf-cker sh-t is simple
smile in the ocean, catch a bullet to ya dimples
and two two your temple

force is instrumental, f-ck a partner in crime my whole gang down to die for mine

i been that k!lla gorilla
bumpin pac and j dilla
f-ck around and
turn your squad to the ending of thriller

i been a graveyard goon gang bangalangin hangin
with my squad and my people yea
nug thats my people bruh

for goons better misery and pain now we rising to the top like a burning flag we burn in flames

- spark master tape lyrics

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