DJ Dahi - Sexting lyrics

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DJ Dahi - Sexting lyrics

[Intro] Calling all the girls with the heels, preferably the ones with the a** Tell me girl are those titties real? Sorry, but a n***a had to ask Calling all the girls with the heels, preferably the ones with the a** No, I don't live in the hills, but a n***a do got swag [Verse 1] Look into my eyes you can see I'm gone Girl, do you know what type of flow I'm on? Word around town that I'm still unknown How the f** that sound? Since I came up all the f**s bow down But anyway you see this new style I found? Looking for a boss so my dick can drown Put in all in hit it 'til she sounds What you know about Q? b**h, I brought the mothaf**in' gangstas back What you know about Q? b**h, I left the turf and I still be strapped Still on the scene with a bunch of b**hes Too many on my team need extra benches One at a time, yeah, I f**s 'em senseless Give me blow job be my apprentice [Bridge] You s**y girl, you s**y girl, let me rock your world Get real nasty and lick your pearl And do the little thing where you make it twirl You s**y girl, you s**y girl, yeah, I said it right Everything in life comes with a price Now drop it like it's hot and let me f** tonight [Hook] Me and you, one time for the b**hes Me and you, bring a friend to be a witness Get them digits, texting-texting Dog or not, you guessing-guessing At my crib, I'm flexing-flexing All night long, we s**ting-s**ting Sexting-s**ting (I'mma tap that a**) Sexting-s**ting (I'mma tap that a**) Sexting-s**ting (I'mma tap that a**) All night long, we s**ting-s**ting (I'mma tap that a**) [Break] Says she never been with a star and I can tell she never met a G Now get your pretty a** in the car and please don't get ya p**y on my seats Says she never been with a star and I can tell she never met a G b**h, do you know who I are? Ain't a new n***a f**ing with me [Verse 2] If you wanna hang out then you gotta blow tree If you wanna stay then you gotta bring three One more thing, yo, they gotta all drink Another heads up, yo, they gotta all freak Twist another wood then we pa** it around Take ya to the crib unfasten your gown Yeah, I'm tryna hit, don't flake on me now I ain't tryna hear you ain't s**t in a while What you know about Q? b**h, I brough the mothaf**in' gangstas back What you know about Q? b**h, I left the turf and I still be strapped Still on the scene with a bunch of b**hes Walking through the mall and they blow me kisses Scratching on my balls probably caught me limping Figueroa boy, so you know it's pimping [Bridge + Hook]

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