She stay at her friend’s and all these bitches is bad/Watch them lick on each other, I’m talkin’ pussy to ass/Dope boy still at large, trackin’ device on her car/Tattoos on her arm, Double M diamond charms/Chanel bag on her hip, Hermès bracelets and things/Let her fuck Meek Mill, told her keep chasin’ her dreams
from Keep Doin' That lyrics by Rick Ross
When these two meatballs get together, there’s bound to be some naked shenanigans. It’s just a matter of who can out do the other with whatever gross orgy story they have tucked away in their Rolodex. It’s standard pop with typical boom-bap arrangements, and lyrics, that in a word are, uninspiring.
