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I talk about sex mostly, that's why people say I'm dirty I'm blue, I'm gross, vulgar, dirty old man Well, let me tell you folks, that's a lot of shit Yeah, yeah Bitch work hard, cut her no slack Fuck her hard, beat up that back Bitch, I'ma dig, dig, dig in that back Dig, dig, dig in that back Weed crumbs still in my lap Bend that ass over, get hit from the back I'ma dig, dig, dig in that cat Dig, dig, dig in that— Bitch work hard, cut her no slack Fuck her hard, beat up that back Bitch, I'ma dig, dig, dig in that back Dig, dig, dig in that back Weed crumbs still in my lap Bend that ass over, get hit from the back I'ma dig, dig, dig in that cat Dig, dig, dig in that cat She want a nigga to dig, she want a nigga that's big She want a nigga that pull up whenever he want and come lay the pipe in the crib She want a nigga that pay She will fuck me for sure 'cause I lay (I lay) Letras de cancionesHe gon' get in that pussy and play (And play) She call me at the end of the day (Ayy) I'm a demon, you better get braids (Braids) Got her catchin' them nuts like a fade (Fade) Twenty-four hours for twenty-four ways When we lock in, we go at it for days (We go at it for days) Trippin' off Roxy Let the Adderalls hit the backseat (Uh-huh) Yellow thangs like a taxi Shawty gotta scratch me 'Cause I make her take dick in the back, we (Ooh) Turn the stripclub VIP to a track meet (Ooh) Got these hoes runnin' like an athlete (Go) Bitches go faster than Tyreek (She gone) Dig in it from the front to the backseat (Ayy) When I'm in town, gotta catch me I'm a big dog, nigga, you a pipsqueak (Pipsqueak) Bustdown Cuban, that's a big leash (Big leash) Fly you out of town, get the big suite (Big suite) Bitch work hard, cut her no slack Fuck her hard, beat up that back Bitch, I'ma dig, dig, dig in that back Dig, dig, dig in that back (I'ma dig) Weed crumbs still in my lap Bend that ass over, get hit from the back (Yeah) I'ma dig, dig, dig in that cat Dig, dig, dig in that— Bitch work hard, cut her no slack Fuck her hard, beat up that back Bitch, I'ma dig, dig, dig in that back Dig, dig, dig in that back Weed crumbs still in my lap Bend that ass over, get hit from the back I'ma dig, dig, dig in that cat Dig, dig, dig in that cat I'ma dig (I'ma dig) I'ma beat it (I'm gon' beat it, ayy) Postmate that pussy up I'ma eat it (Woah, woah, woah) Racks full of cash (Racks full of cash) Number-one ingredient (Yes, sir) All that ass on the menu (Ayy, ayy) Private room you ain't been to (Let's go) Red lights get simple Shawty get cut like tinsel Bitch came with napkin, utensils She moanin' my melody Droppin' them 808s, dick in her belly Her coochie is softer than jelly (Woah) This ho could bottle and sell it (Shh) That pussy is older than me I ain't R. Kelly, my dick got bodies (Nah) I'm Kemosabe, I'm teachin' bitches karate Pilates, stretchin' that back All in that crack, this for the ass that's fat This for the ass that's fat The tig ol' bitties, she got the mouth of the century World-class, undisputed ho Built tough, drive like Ford Fuck you fast, suck dick slow Twenty bands a night on the floor Bitch work hard, cut her no slack Fuck her hard, beat up that back Bitch, I'ma dig, dig, dig in that back Dig, dig, dig in that back (I'ma dig) Weed crumbs still in my lap Bend that ass over, get hit from the back (Yeah) I'ma dig, dig, dig in that cat Dig, dig, dig in that— Bitch work hard, cut her no slack Fuck her hard, beat up that back Bitch, I'ma dig, dig, dig in that back Dig, dig, dig in that back Weed crumbs still in my lap Bend that ass over, get hit from the back I'ma dig, dig, dig in that cat Dig, dig, dig in that cat From Letras Mania