Wetta
• Written by FredoMartin
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she got that hurrican pussy go run and find some shelter
imma fuck you right/ and theirs no one better
with me your wetter/ boo you know you bad
by how we fucking this good dick you aint never had
rings aint necessary but imma make you mine
hour glass body/ we fucking till overtime
love is glorified/ so lets that waste our time
me not showing you the better things in life is a fuckin crime
your a dime but that pussy pricless
when that pussy wet/ so michael phelps its
you mine and no one elses/ you know i deep stroke
bedrooms getting hot/ fuck around and have a heatstroke
ill life your spirit/ and ill dick you down
the bell just rang/ you ready for another round?
no love is found/ we fuck for lust
dont matter how good the pussy is ill never cuff
neighbors know the name/ she break down the wall
making that ass clap/ round of applauses
wanna slurp that pussy/ like romen noodle soup
baby let me make that cherry pop like a damn baloon
she callin me/ she think she ready
imma kill that pussy like my nigga freddy
she nut first/ then i get mine
push panties to the side
girl you know its that time
she wet as fuck
she gave it up
she aint a squirrel but she loves when i nut
deep lasting moments
long lasting moaning
we fuck till the mornin
fuck the clock/ we just keep going
imma tear it up and show no remorse
these hoes just do it like they nike endorsed
i leave her sore/ she coming back
leaver her wanting more
she acting up this dick show her how to act
cause i got that act right
dick so good youd be thinking where was i in my past life
oh she boutta blow
going in raw/ going slow
im kissing her below
girl dont dare pick up that phone
growing harder causing sweet pain
shits heating up/ turning ice to rain
remember the name/ fucking you fluently
dick had her going crazy like if there was two of me
i would wife you up but you a thot
we need some practice
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FredoMartin
Member since November 28 2013