Booty and twerk compilation

I can't act reg, I need a 20

How you comin', ****? Grindin'

Rain, hair, sleeves, no ascending

I see you shinin', damn, let a **** hold you

It's all young guys, say I can smell a **** when she want to change the climate

I'm finna fly your bitch out the curb

Shove a lil' in like a lid, she wanna lick me

Madeline and Codina

Make percussives, make percusses, she fiend if she need it

Don't know why this bitch ain't workin' yet

Hey, you know I'm tired, where they at?

Them boys ain't start lurkin' yet

The tester say you ****** her

Boy, I ain't never heard of the lil' flat

Do what I say, lose in the name

Teach you to gamble, teach you to gamble

****, I ain't thinkin' in space

Give you some pain, pain, pain, you know

Just come do what I want, go look for blunt

Smoke on the blunt, lighten it up

Back to ****, never say that we gang

******s and bankers, ain't like stop

Give me everything you got, first **** move

Get popped like a soldier, fuck problems

We gon' run this bag off, since a man choppin' off

She want me to, it's over, I got the clock

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