Oven ft. 31thirty Lyrics

Yeah, doink on my lip so my foot on the pedal Smokin' on that Za for my stress levels

Two hoes, one thirty

Yeah it's thirty in the middle

Friday night, fish and spaghetti for dinner

She hard headed, but baby booty is tender Yeah, I'm 31, I'm the booty bender

Yeah, immediate satisfaction, baby, I'm not a beginner

Oops

First it was an accident, I upended her

I hit it from the side, then I hit it from the center

I just delivered her, I just finished her

It's like I'm playing Mortal Kombat, yeah

I hit her with the finisher

Pussy pop a pile of ticket, what's the deal with her?

Pussy pop and politicin', I'm ready to finish her

Pussy pop and politicin', I can't eat a meal with her

The girlie's got the goosin' and I'm not even stoppin' her

I get it why you goosin', baby, but I'm not even poppin' yet

I don't know why we got these perky's, baby, I'm not even poppin' 'em

Put on the Balenciaglasses when I feel like really poppin' out

Feel like really poppin' ya

Ayy, and I really just poppin' ah

Sometimes you gotta show out and sometimes you gotta pop out

Niggas told me I look like Papa

Smokin' on the green in the dope light, woah

Niggas know I'm here see the bitch, she like, woah

She know how I do when I move on to East Coast

She know how I do, I'm in Cali on the West Coast

Hold up

Sometimes you - smokin' on the kushka, that's What he was about to say

Sometimes you gotta pop out and be different

Thirty and AD off onna beat

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