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tiva – little deep throat lyrics

[tiva & playboi carti – intro]

here baby taste this drink
ooh whats in this drink
twerk it, twerk it, twerk it, twerk it, twerk it
aha shes turnt
who is that
they pulling out the suv and everything
i don’t know but that guy over there with lose chains on is s-xy
you better hop on that
haa you’re funny, and hes with a b-tch anyway
yeah, i don’t f-cking matter you got a check, you better go f-ck him
playboi carti : you look better than that b-tch
tiva : i mean i would hope so, this b-tch looks dusty as h-ll, look at her weave, that sh-t looks matted as f-ck like doesn’t comb that sh-t, look at the diamonds in my t–th

[verse 1: tiva]
yo, i look better than her, her and her
accidentally call that b-tch a sir, sir, sir, sir (d-mn)
i didn’t know, i heard you a nerd
you the ops, don’t want to hear it
so save it for the birds
step up to the party with my squad
i be rolling deep, cash carti hes a god
yes, and b-tch i noticed that i’m hot and you’re a thot
father please tell her, cause shes acting like shes not

[hook: father]
yo, yo, i call her little deep throat
freak hoe love me cause i’m egotistical
get naked got an oral fixation
just a lil’, lil’ more, there’s an orgy in the bas-m-nt
blunt skin face b-tch, liquor getting chased with grand marnier
f-ck off band all day
online, amazon. yeah she an amazonian
m’s still in zone six no matter f-cking zone we in

[verse 2: tiva]
no matter f-cking zone we in, b-tch its zone six
light skin shawty yup, you know i got the mix
you never should of tried [?] with the sh-ts
he ran up on the mob and then he caught the f-cking l1ck
yeah, drip, drip, drip, now that b-tch is so sick
and she still tryna flex again, on the whole clique
shes on the ops d-ck, then shes on the gangs d-ck
had to show her what was good, when she was on my mains d-ck

[bridge]
oh my god there goes that fake -ss b-tch with her mob
oh my god i’ve been listening to your music
can you please sign my t-tties
yo, you didn’t f-ck with me before

[verse 3: tiva]
you didn’t f-ck with me then, i don’t f-ck with you now
b-tch your faker than your att-tude, new eyebrows
petty b-tches, now that’s something that i don’t allow
your boyfriends favorite, used to eat the cat so great meow
aight, aight, aight, bet, start acting up p-ssy put him in check
start rackin’ up so i f-cked off his check
f-cked off his check, now that n-ggas in debt
got a new b-tch, but he can’t erect
cause my eyes are too bomb, he got post traumatic stress
wrecked his lexus then next the stage, left
too d-mn wet, while a b-tch two-step
neck so good, miss me, have we never met
i’ll make you feel nice n-gga, you ain’t got to sweat
chilling with your man, yeah he my brand new ex
send his -ss back to you, f-cked up, he need a vet

- tiva lyrics

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