Water Songtext
von Roney
Water Songtext
Real trap shit
Molly want a Molly in her water, turn up
Molly want a Molly in her water, turn up
Molly got a Molly in her water, now she turnt up
She slobbing on my knob, her neck jumping like the hiccups
Said you′re fucking with a boss, she said you're fucking with my nigga
I pause like I pose for a picture
Then right back at it like a savage, Turner
She love the way I grab it ′cause I grab it like my burner
Going in all corners, hitting all angles
Hands on her ankle, 90 degree angle
You ain't riding my dick with no handles
Better get low and deep throat what you can handle
You ain't riding my dick with no handles
Better go home or deep throat a whole handful
Pussy so fat, booty shaped like an apple
She let it clap, got a man, she a damn hoe
She′ll strip for a tip out of your bankroll
FaceTime live from Roni′s iPhone
Hit it right, one night, I'll wife hoes
Pronto, get ′em gone like vámonos
The hollows, flat nose, make a lot of holes
He want shots so I'm sending him a double dose
Straight shots, knock him down like dominoes
Set a nigga on fire ′til he drop and roll
On fire 'til he drop and roll
He violate anyway then he has to go
I annihilate like a pack of wolves
It′s Roni, dawg, be calm, I'll attack your hood
I'm the talk of the streets king
I′ll get street kids run up on your kingpin
So let′s stick to the business
They don't want war, I′m full force with the Smith and
She feel it in her stomach, she catching too much feeling
She love it, she want it, she need it, she fiending
She riding, she screaming, she wheezing, she moaning
And sucking my dick like she teething
The pack's loud, I ain′t hearing you niggas
I'm on a roll, honor roll with the spitters
The hardest out, I′m feeling like a winner
Get an ounce, break it down in a swisher
I'm killing this game, I'm a sinner
Bullet way bigger, I shoot like Miller
I′m really getting busy in the middle of the winter
Silencer make it whistle and whisper
Roni running out of dope, nigga, no way
I knock it off, make a call up to José
The way I run the work, it′s like horseplay
And I make a week's pay on my worst day
I′m getting money, man, I'm feeling so great
Niggas lucky, everything′s going my way
If I get hungry, I get monkey, take the money in the safe
Catch a shotty, catch a body like I'm doing ballet
The bitches love me and it′s not my cute face
It's the money, luxury, and great fan base
Shawty wanna fuck me and we ain't even date
Lucky that she get to touch me, other people gotta pay
I love money, money, hungry money like a piece of steak
Gotta eat it, man, I need it, you don′t got it then you′re waste
Man with the most money, the man runs the place
We send the hits and a brick, money talks, go away
Molly want a Molly in her water, turn up
Molly want a Molly in her water, turn up
Molly got a Molly in her water, now she turnt up
She slobbing on my knob, her neck jumping like the hiccups
Said you′re fucking with a boss, she said you're fucking with my nigga
I pause like I pose for a picture
Then right back at it like a savage, Turner
She love the way I grab it ′cause I grab it like my burner
Going in all corners, hitting all angles
Hands on her ankle, 90 degree angle
You ain't riding my dick with no handles
Better get low and deep throat what you can handle
You ain't riding my dick with no handles
Better go home or deep throat a whole handful
Pussy so fat, booty shaped like an apple
She let it clap, got a man, she a damn hoe
She′ll strip for a tip out of your bankroll
FaceTime live from Roni′s iPhone
Hit it right, one night, I'll wife hoes
Pronto, get ′em gone like vámonos
The hollows, flat nose, make a lot of holes
He want shots so I'm sending him a double dose
Straight shots, knock him down like dominoes
Set a nigga on fire ′til he drop and roll
On fire 'til he drop and roll
He violate anyway then he has to go
I annihilate like a pack of wolves
It′s Roni, dawg, be calm, I'll attack your hood
I'm the talk of the streets king
I′ll get street kids run up on your kingpin
So let′s stick to the business
They don't want war, I′m full force with the Smith and
She feel it in her stomach, she catching too much feeling
She love it, she want it, she need it, she fiending
She riding, she screaming, she wheezing, she moaning
And sucking my dick like she teething
The pack's loud, I ain′t hearing you niggas
I'm on a roll, honor roll with the spitters
The hardest out, I′m feeling like a winner
Get an ounce, break it down in a swisher
I'm killing this game, I'm a sinner
Bullet way bigger, I shoot like Miller
I′m really getting busy in the middle of the winter
Silencer make it whistle and whisper
Roni running out of dope, nigga, no way
I knock it off, make a call up to José
The way I run the work, it′s like horseplay
And I make a week's pay on my worst day
I′m getting money, man, I'm feeling so great
Niggas lucky, everything′s going my way
If I get hungry, I get monkey, take the money in the safe
Catch a shotty, catch a body like I'm doing ballet
The bitches love me and it′s not my cute face
It's the money, luxury, and great fan base
Shawty wanna fuck me and we ain't even date
Lucky that she get to touch me, other people gotta pay
I love money, money, hungry money like a piece of steak
Gotta eat it, man, I need it, you don′t got it then you′re waste
Man with the most money, the man runs the place
We send the hits and a brick, money talks, go away
Writer(s): Brad Paisley, Charles Du Bois, John Lovelace Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

