Sex call, falling down like dominoes
Six bones, I'm about to break 'em all
Bitch gone, running home you're on your own
Your own
Sex call
Chasing down that bitch though
Get low
She's about that big dough
Now sex cold
Drying in your bitch throat
Your pillow is dripping from my cream foam
Six calls
Know you wanna be me
That's the funny thing that leave you blown and beaming
It's another shady story on that EP
Karma's gonna break you down just when I throw the frisbee
Sex call
On the run but on the low
Gonna make you fall in love like I'm crossed with Romeo
Gonna make you fly so high that your tummy blow
I'm about to make you want it now like you're running low, low
Six calls
Crying to my bitch, lord
She's about to lose her brain when she found out her escrow, ah
Now sex cold, falling for Range Ro
I don't ever wanna be around to wait a rainbow
Lamborghini taste like she's
On that late night shift
Acting like she's Tinashe
Now bring down the bitch
Who is running on these street like she own that shit
She's about to wreck my faith
Smoke it, crush it, ashtray
She's about to root in her room on a loop
And I really wanna get my fix
Now that's my shit
Sex call, falling down like dominoes
Six bones, I'm about to break 'em all
Bitch gone, running home you're on your own
Your own
Sex call
Chasing down that bitch though
Get low
She's about that big dough
Now sex cold
Drying in your bitch throat
Your pillow is dripping from my cream foam
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Sex call, falling down like dominoes
Six bones, I'm about to break 'em all
Bitch gone, running home you're on your own
Your own
Sex call
Chasing down that bitch though
Get low
She's about that big dough
Now sex cold
Drying in your bitch throat
Your pillow is dripping from my cream foam
Six calls
Know you wanna be me
That's the funny thing that leave you blown and beaming
It's another shady story on that EP
Karma's gonna break you down just when I throw the frisbee
Sex call
On the run but on the low
Gonna make you fall in love like I'm crossed with Romeo
Gonna make you fly so high that your tummy blow
I'm about to make you want it now like you're running low, low
Six calls
Crying to my bitch, lord
She's about to lose her brain when she found out her escrow, ah
Now sex cold, falling for Range Ro
I don't ever wanna be around to wait a rainbow
Lamborghini taste like she's
On that late night shift
Acting like she's Tinashe
Now bring down the bitch
Who is running on these street like she own that shit
She's about to wreck my faith
Smoke it, crush it, ashtray
She's about to root in her room on a loop
And I really wanna get my fix
Now that's my shit
Sex call, falling down like dominoes
Six bones, I'm about to break 'em all
Bitch gone, running home you're on your own
Your own
Sex call
Chasing down that bitch though
Get low
She's about that big dough
Now sex cold
Drying in your bitch throat
Your pillow is dripping from my cream foam
Six bones, I'm about to break 'em all
Bitch gone, running home you're on your own
Your own
Sex call
Chasing down that bitch though
Get low
She's about that big dough
Now sex cold
Drying in your bitch throat
Your pillow is dripping from my cream foam
Six calls
Know you wanna be me
That's the funny thing that leave you blown and beaming
It's another shady story on that EP
Karma's gonna break you down just when I throw the frisbee
Sex call
On the run but on the low
Gonna make you fall in love like I'm crossed with Romeo
Gonna make you fly so high that your tummy blow
I'm about to make you want it now like you're running low, low
Six calls
Crying to my bitch, lord
She's about to lose her brain when she found out her escrow, ah
Now sex cold, falling for Range Ro
I don't ever wanna be around to wait a rainbow
Lamborghini taste like she's
On that late night shift
Acting like she's Tinashe
Now bring down the bitch
Who is running on these street like she own that shit
She's about to wreck my faith
Smoke it, crush it, ashtray
She's about to root in her room on a loop
And I really wanna get my fix
Now that's my shit
Sex call, falling down like dominoes
Six bones, I'm about to break 'em all
Bitch gone, running home you're on your own
Your own
Sex call
Chasing down that bitch though
Get low
She's about that big dough
Now sex cold
Drying in your bitch throat
Your pillow is dripping from my cream foam
Writer: Adrien Chevalier
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