Point Me To The Sluts Lyrics

I'm tryna fuck, ain't come to chill

I'm gon' keep it real, uh, eat me like a meal

If I want her, then I get her, and it's easy cause I'm skilled

Phone them, turn, we all got motion, so she easier to steal

Buddy ass should've ducked, huh, we don't really give a fuck, huh

One whip, four guns, four shooters all hoppin' out the truck, huh

Beam on, flashlight, don't run, buddy, probably turned to runtz, huh

Turn it up, point em out, let em know that you really tryna fuck some

Like, turn me up, I'm tryna fuck, point me to the sluts

Got a bad bitch, how she shakin' butt I might marry somethin', not sharin' nothin

She gon' give it to me, I'ma tear it up, she gon' sit it on me, not scarin' nothin

I'ma hold her down, ain't gon' let her run, she just gave it up and only met her once

Not gon' judge, that's how I like it, fuck the judge and who don't like me

I seen plenty in this shit, and I done did it like I'm Nike

She claim me, she probably lyin', won't cuff shit can't be my wifey

I might trick when I'm in love, but won't get shit if you just like me

Throw that ass, don't try to fight me, all this bounce got me excited

I could say I love you back, but if I did, then I'd be lyin

Come pull up, let's skip the typing, hope your nut come fast as mine is

If your slut not tryna fuck, you outta luck, cause I know mine is

It's past 12, bae, I'm on timing, hope you don't need no reminding

It's late night, she like you up, I sent that text back fast as lightning

Like, quick as hell, pick up my phone and text her back like, let's get violent

Said I don't mind to put in work, I'll use my rizz before I buy it

She ain't on that, I stop replyin', ghost her ass like she a wood

Text her friend like, what you on, can you P up, she say she could

Let me turn up, I ain't did it in a minute, ass so fat, gettin' dizzy while Its spinnin

Coochie so good, got me slippin' while I'm in it, I'm a young lit nigga, it's an easy decision

You heard me, I'm tryna fuck what you tryna do

Me and bro, no one on ones, we tryna find the twos

Ho, don't touch me without permission, you must be confused

In your city for just this week, so let me have it soon

In my city, it might get tragic, so I sleep with two

We cause havoc like, fuck the pity, bro nem, Give it to him

Talk shit, won't get into it, we gon' clap him like it's twerkin' music

Play my shit and they start twerkin' to it, party lit, I'm sippin' purple fluid

Purple tag, match the purple fluid, Got a bag, yeah, the birkin do it

Shakin' ass, got me flirtin' too her, Know I got a bag, don't gotta merch it to a her like

Turn me up, I'm tryna fuck, point me to the sluts

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