llogout - Charges Lyrics

Ian wit that catch a murder shit, huh, fuckin' ona bitch, huh
Legend ina making, brodie toting ona blick
Wit that catch a murder shit, huh, walking wit a stick, huh
Yeah, her booty shaking, she be rubbing on her clit
Going harder, she go call me father, fuck her like a Priest
He a martyr, turn into a slaughter, stepping up to me
Squirting water, fucking on his daughter, think I gotta piece
Getting sharper, got the sauce like tartar, we be looking clean
Got her eating out at Mickey Donald's, show her what's the dealio
Buying her some Pucci, like her first name is Emilio
Dick done got her dancing ona Tok, like a D'amelio
Bitch, I own yo coochie, you ca call me pussy CEO
Run it back, like a running back, what the fuck he running
She said that I'm overrated, put my dick in, it be stunning
Coming back, cumming on her back, in that pussy dumbing
Covering her mouth when I hit her, got her fuckin humming
Calling me to drop some dick at 3 am, i'm pulling up
If she playing games, I'm dipping, ian wit that funny stuff
She had text me early in the morning, talm bout she in love
Told her ian like the police, ian ever tryna cuff
She want me to eat her out, I told her ian feeling that
In that pussy, got her bleeding, like a hemophiliac
Ain say she's a virgin, if she was, then bitch, I'm stealing that
Pussy like that ocean, got her hooked, and now I reel her back
What the fuck she talkin bout, ain tryna take her out
She had told me that I'm pressure, had to show her what I'm bout
Got her laying on her back, deep strokes into her mouth
Acting like she getting comfortable, I had to throw her out
Ian tripping ona shorty, give a fuck if shorty leave
I had nutted in her lungs, she had said it's hard to breathe
She be saying that she miss me, all that shit, I can't believe
Bouta get the gat and catch a body, even tho
Ian wit that catch a murder shit, huh, fuckin ona bitch, huh
Legend ina making, brodie toting ona blick
Wit that catch a murder shit, huh, walking wit a stick, huh
Yeah, her booty shaking, she be rubbing on her clit
Going harder, she go call me father, fuck her like a Priest
He a martyr, turn into a slaughter, stepping up to me
Squirting water, fucking on his daughter, think I gotta piece
Getting sharper, got the sauce like tartar, we be looking clean, huh

Ian wit that catch a murder shit, huh, fuckin' ona bitch, huh
Legend ina making, brodie toting ona blick
Wit that catch a murder shit, huh, walking wit a stick, huh
Yeah, her booty shaking, she be rubbing on her clit
Going harder, she go call me father, fuck her like a Priest
He a martyr, turn into a slaughter, stepping up to me
Squirting water, fucking on his daughter, think I gotta piece
Getting sharper, got the sauce like tartar, we be looking clean
Got her eating out at Mickey Donald's, show her what's the dealio
Buying her some Pucci, like her first name is Emilio
Dick done got her dancing ona Tok, like a D'amelio
Bitch, I own yo coochie, you ca call me pussy CEO
Run it back, like a running back, what the fuck he running
She said that I'm overrated, put my dick in, it be stunning
Coming back, cumming on her back, in that pussy dumbing
Covering her mouth when I hit her, got her fuckin humming
Calling me to drop some dick at 3 am, i'm pulling up
If she playing games, I'm dipping, ian wit that funny stuff
She had text me early in the morning, talm bout she in love
Told her ian like the police, ian ever tryna cuff
She want me to eat her out, I told her ian feeling that
In that pussy, got her bleeding, like a hemophiliac
Ain say she's a virgin, if she was, then bitch, I'm stealing that
Pussy like that ocean, got her hooked, and now I reel her back
What the fuck she talkin bout, ain tryna take her out
She had told me that I'm pressure, had to show her what I'm bout
Got her laying on her back, deep strokes into her mouth
Acting like she getting comfortable, I had to throw her out
Ian tripping ona shorty, give a fuck if shorty leave
I had nutted in her lungs, she had said it's hard to breathe
She be saying that she miss me, all that shit, I can't believe
Bouta get the gat and catch a body, even tho
Ian wit that catch a murder shit, huh, fuckin ona bitch, huh
Legend ina making, brodie toting ona blick
Wit that catch a murder shit, huh, walking wit a stick, huh
Yeah, her booty shaking, she be rubbing on her clit
Going harder, she go call me father, fuck her like a Priest
He a martyr, turn into a slaughter, stepping up to me
Squirting water, fucking on his daughter, think I gotta piece
Getting sharper, got the sauce like tartar, we be looking clean, huh