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We are the ones flying priVate Mileage
Becky and Tracy and Stacy
Im feeling em out
Im digging em out
She keep sayin she want my, in her mouth
I said okay
Let's go
She want me to work it right down her throat
You gone have to work hard for me
You gone
Have to work
Hard for me
Digging her back and I'm digging her raw
Working it slow
I'm gripping her neck
I'm getting it all
She screaming for God
On God
Promise you gone get it all
She cleaning her plate like
Ahhhhhh Ayy
Ooo Ooo
Moving through traffic
I'm moving it slow
Aiming this pistol right above her neck
A lot of this shit going over their heads
Ooh Ooh
Rah Rah
Getting inside it i'm making a mess
Slip it inside and I give it a rest
Shape of a V while I handle her legs
Ooh Ooh
Rah Rah
Peace in my sign
My fingers are reading her lines
Fold her up and she still alive
Ten in my eyes
Brains and her face with them hips and her thighs
In love with a P
She checking with me
She working it all to do better for me
She giving her all
She blessing the D
She showing it off
She showing her freak
We are the ones flying priVate Mileage
Becky and Tracy and Stacy
Im feeling em out
Im digging em out
She keep sayin she want my, in her mouth
I said okay
Let's go
She want me to work it right down her throat
You gone have to work hard for me
You gone
Have to work
Hard for me
Digging her back and I'm digging her raw
Working it slow
I'm gripping her neck
I'm getting it all
She screaming for God
On God
Promise you gone get it all
She cleaning her plate like
Ahhhhhh Ayy
Ooo Ooo
WRITERS
Armaan Mahbod
PUBLISHERS
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
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