***I've been on the other side Got my lips smacked now they're dry Then you call me call in You think I am your possession You're Messing with a Southern girl But my recipe is on. With your stale bread, yeah it's hot But Baby I don't need your cash so Baby maybe I let your
Big wheel turn my fantasy Don't you throw that shade on me I've been drinking down your pain Turn that whiskey into rain Wash you away Wash you away Wash you away boy***
I've been on my knees But you're so ***hard*** hard to please But you take me ***take me*** in So you are a superstar Get off the cross We need the wood Somehow you will rise But ***without a tool*** I know honey you're a pro But Baby I don't need your cash Mama got it all in hand now
Big wheel turn my fantasy Don't you throw that shade on me I've been drinking down your pain Turn that whiskey into rain Wash you away Wash you away boy Wash you away now
Gimme eight Gimme seven Gimme six Gimme five Gimme four Gimme three
***I I*** I am a M.I.L.F don't you forget M.I.L.F don't you forget M.I.L.F don't you forget Baby I don't need your cash So baby maybe I'll leave
Big wheel turn my fantasy Don't you throw that shade on me Turn that whiskey into rain Big wheel turn my fantasy Don't you throw that shade on me I've been drinking down your pain Turn that whiskey into rain Turn your whiskey boy |
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