GDP - Clit lyrics

GDP Jersey Sup ladies When I put it down I be rubbin' on her clit, clit, clit, clit, clit When I eat her out I be s**in' on her clit, clit, clit, clit, clit And she squirm around cause I'm touchin' on her clit, clit, clit, clit, clit And all these young b**hes man they want the… they want the… GDP…. son… what 2 humps like a camel, now she has a camel crush on me Luckily I could give a flying motha f** im G f** with me, I'd love you to if it was up to me I'm getting more accustom to the finer things and luxuries Slide her panties off its roast beef under these My accapella hotter than ur cruel summer f** this beat Clam dip, my mans whip loves to eat pierced clit b**hes is like deer ticks; s**in me What you thought it wasn't, I don't love em, they get a kid head Y'all don't know nothing about bustin' 3 sums in a twin bed Touch em, I tuck em youngins like teddy bux then the chick spreads 20-somethin givin' head like split ends s**in on her clit, clit, clit, clit, clit When I put it down I be touchin on her clit, clit, clit, clit, clit Then shes squirm around cause im rubbin on her clip,clip,clip,clip, clit And all these young b**hes man they want the… they want the… Yeah, GDP son. f** you