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That pussy like wasabi
(Wasabi)
When she turn around
She know what she poppin'
(Uhh huh)
For real
Ain't no carbon copies
When I beat it up
She start to speak Punjabi
Yeah
That pussy like wasabi
(Wasabi)
Way she turn around
She know that she got it
(She got it)
For real
Ain't no carbon copies
When I lay her down
She start to speak Punjabi
Yeah
That's my Middle Eastern freak
Phat booty queen
Jasmine dime piece
Got that bomb bomb
No 9/11
That juice box like Hi-C
She a ride or die
That's what I like
So ain't no nigga gonna slide me
When I dick her down
I give her every ounce
She grab the sheets
Get to arching
My God
When she throw it back
My God
Pussy wetter than her mouth
On God
Might fuck around and go and pop in a child
Three laps like I ran me a mile
Ain't no breaks 'round here
Hand marks on her cheeks yeah
Beat it, Beat it
White sequins dear
Mike Jackson how I get it
She a fiend for the dick
She a fiend for my kids
Got that sloppy on deck
Young skipper
Wait, Hold up
She a freak little bitch
Make her leak little bitch
Got her sweating more than the summer
That's right
Damn it's like I'm hypnotized
Damn it's like it's so divine
Shawty ain't no joke
It's like she snatched my soul
Oh no
That pussy like wasabi
(Wasabi)
When she turn around
She know what she poppin'
(Uhh huh)
For real
Ain't no carbon copies
When I beat it up
She start to speak Punjabi
Yeah
That pussy like wasabi
(Wasabi)
Way she turn around
She know that she got it
(She got it)
For real
Ain't no carbon copies
When I lay her down
She start to speak Punjabi
Yeah
This one right here
Is dedicated to all my bad foreign bitches out there
Getting that cash
And throwing that ass
You know who you are
Yeah
WRITERS
Eric McDowell
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