Speed Gang — Ass on Fire
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Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah
Baby girl, make that ass clap
Up and down, I love that
Booty turned up on four bags
Gotta get that ass fat
Make that booty go round
And round, and round
Goddamn, girl, I love you
Make that booty go round
And round, and round
Goddamn, girl, I love you now
Like stop, drop, damn, that ass on fire
Stop, drop, damn, that ass on fire
Like, goddamn, bitch, I think I love you
Dim the lights, it’s time to fuck, boo
You can wear my shirt after we’re done, boo
Never locked up so rally can’t come through
I ball up in some brand new shit
To Wal-Mart ladies you can suck my dick
Like rump your ass, just swing that shit
Like up and down every goddamn day
‘Cause I’m rollin’, rollin’, rollin’ now
Middle finger up when I haul white style
I told you, told you, told you now
Speed Gang bitch taken over now
I’m a two-way
On a Tuesday
Motherfuckers ain’t got some two-base
Like, make way
It’s Speed Gang
6-1-6 gun room made
Like, baby, let’s cuddle
You were there to schedule
Every time I was in trouble
Me and you were in the huddle
Had to get it, had to hustle
Every night we gettin’ blunted
Getting fake too much
Now you’re gonna need somethin’
Baby girl, make that ass clap
Up and down, I love that
Booty turned up on four bags
Gotta get that ass fat
Make that booty go round
And round, and round
Goddamn, girl, I love you
Make that booty go round
And round, and round
Goddamn, girl, I love you now
Like stop, drop, damn, that ass on fire
Stop, drop, damn, that ass on fire
Just stop, drop, make that booty just pop
Stop, drop, make that booty just pop
Goup and bashin’ food
I get these bitches wet
I do a moaning, ups, I spat on you
It’s in your hair, I’m sorry boo
I can’t control what my nut do
I like to cum, I cum on you
From Michigan I rep the rule
With juicy fever, fuck this school
I said, fuck that fuckboy
That you love so bad
I know you still think about
The times we had
I said fuck that fuckboy
That you love so bad
Do you still think about
The times we had?
Look, bitch
Baby girl, make that ass clap
Up and down, I love that
Booty turned up on four bags
Gotta get that ass fat
Make that booty go round
And round and round
Goddamn, girl, I love you
Make that booty go round
And round and round
Goddamn, girl, I love you now
Like stop, drop, damn, that ass on fire
Stop, drop, damn, that ass on fire
Oh, you ain’t gotta say it to
My high school-looking
Eyes, I could tell you where to fall
And you ain’t gotta call me your boo
Just best the one for
The one for you, aye
You ain’t gotta say it to
My high school-looking
Eyes, I could tell you where to fall
And you ain’t gotta call me your boo
Just best the one for
The one for you
‘Cause I oh, oh, oh
May I, oh, oh, oh
And you’re oh, oh, oh
You’re the oh, oh, oh
