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Album: No Genre: The Label (2015)

Wit My Name On It

[Hook - London Jae:]
Ain't no matter what your skin tone
White, yellow, red, brown
She a queen in the sheets
And she finna get a crown
Put my name on her
Pussy real good with my name on it
Put my name on her
Pussy real good with my name

[Verse 1 - B.o.B:]
She just want my last name
Now watch her blow them candles out, they leave a wax stain
I put the D on it like she just got a bad grade
Then let off all over your back like I got bad aim
Cachet, back lace, fat [?], black tape
Fifty Shades of B.o.B, this fifty days of [?]
She loving all the crew, I think she finna baby squat
I put it on a box like post-its, she turn around, I poke it
I write my name in cursive then sign it with emojis
That's that smiley face, happy face from that eggplant, eggplant
Make that kitty cat walking sign, then a headstand, headstand
Body shots, cash stands, I'm faded, oh
This is not a test but she take it, that pussy look amazing
With my name on it
God knew what he was doing when he made women
Gotta wrap it up like the rain coming
And I ain't got a line but them Js jumping


[Verse 2 - Jake Lambo:]
Pussy look good with my name on it
Perfect picture, make a nigga put a frame on it
Treat it like a bass drum, I'mma bang on it
Never liked plain, I love Mary Jane only
Give me dome 'fore I hit, call it headstart
She say that I drive her crazy with my damn car
I don't even drive, I ain't even trying
She wet like the ocean, I go scuba diving
She a cougar, oh yes, her man a loser, I know
No, we're not making no music, I make her hit the high notes
See OK baby, you blessed, got all that junk in your trunk
Now let me get behind that all so you can come back it up


[Verse 3 - Lin-Z:]
Funny that it's his, only wanna put it down
Give me everything from the throne to the crown
Riding round town, working background
Foreign only way I get around
Pussy so good, got him licking on his fingers
In the back of the 2-seater, [?]
Dripping down the dick, then I hit the split, getting lit
[?] sipping on that Cris, he loving it
Yelling out "my government", sex toys [?]
Bitches know I run it, you ain't know it's nothing trick
Let him put his name on the cake
I let him put his name on the cake


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