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How much does it cost, boy?

You wish it was a million

Tig old bitties bite-size

Wishing you could feel 'em

Avant garde coochie

You've been used to them civilians

Keep the pH right

We ain't shopping at Pavillions, uh

I'm in Turk and Caicos

I've been working on my tan

He've been sending texts

He says he loves me like a fan

Boy, don't catch that flight

I do what you do with my hands

Told 'em I don't want him

I just ride him 'cause I can

And his old b***h don't look better than me

That old b***h don't look better than me

That old b***h don't look better than me

His old b***h don't look bеtter than me

And his old b***h don't look bеtter than me

That old b***h don't look better than me

That old b***h don't look better than me

His old b***h don't look better than me

Am I realling conceited

Or you mad you just can't eat it?

Better get it up more rounds

I like what I like, damn right, I'm greedy

All my life had to fight

A hating-ass hoe like my name Ceely

Am I realling conceited

Or you mad your man wanna please it?

I'm in Turk and Caicos

I've been working on my tan

He've been sending texts

He says he loves me like a fan

Boy, don't catch that flight

I do what you do with my hands

Told 'em I don't want him

I just ride him 'cause I can

And his old b***h don't look better than me

That old b***h don't look better than me

That old b***h don't look better than me

His old b***h don't look better than me

And his old b***h don't look better than me

That old b***h don't look better than me

That old b***h don't look better than me

His old b***h don't look better than me

Italian n***a wanna slide me like Alfredo

Nigerian n***a want this fufu on his face tho'

My southern n***a tryna eat it like some chicken

I told 'em, "Put it on a plate, this finger lickin'"

I know this niggas talk, they want that sloppy toppy

He tryna beat the p***y up, I call him Rocky Rocky

He be grabbin' on that neck, he want that walkie-talkie

I ain't even let him hit, I told him, "Tap, tap, tap, tap"

Tap me, I ain't fuckin' no n***a in a Honda

I ain't fuckin' if it ain't anaconda

I ain't fuckin' him without a condom

I ain't fuckin' no lame-ass b***h

I ain't fuckin' no n***a for the Benz

I ain't fuckin' no n***a that's a fed

I ain't fuckin' for a n***a like, ha-ha-ha-ha (hold on)

That old b***h don't look better than me

That old b***h don't look better than me

That old b***h don't look better than me

That old b***h don't look better than me

And his old b***h don't look better than me

That old b***h don't look better than me

That old b***h don't look better than me

That old b***h don't look better than me

She don't

Agatha von Ni'jah - Songtext & Covers