Iced Out Kirby

TiaCorine

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I love when you talk, baby
Eat my ass in awe, baby
Broccoli, celery
Reach for me, 'cause money tall, baby
Shine, if you a star, baby
Come just how you are, baby
Pockets hella green, lima beans
Get a stalk baby
Why you wanna start, baby?
Put that shit in park, baby
Broken heart on me, surgery
I got scars, baby

I can't see 'em, John Cena
Bullets, beat 'em, gun machine 'em
Look, I put hella chrome in my thong
I got dick tonight
Be the reason
Leanin'
Chicken finger
Steam 'em, Glocky eat 'em
Look, I'ma take you home
If you don't eat that pussy right
Now, if I run a errand, drive the Benz or the Porsche
They say: Tia got it, I'm like: Yes
I mean, of course
If you really want it you can get it, choice is yours
20k in stores, I don't Michael Kors
Gimme butterflies like that car with the doors
I can give you some, I can't really give you more
Pick it up, baby, I can't have no lazy whore
I can fuck you crazy, baby, from the bed to the floor
I just needed somethin' different, I ain't mean to make it hard
Tell them niggas: Mind your business
Now, I gotta make it hard
I be gettin' money gettin'
Now, they say you livin' large
And I knew you was bad
Still, it hurt me to the core
Whore