Letra Gyal dem ryte Young M.A

Gyal dem ryte

Don't be a young, you gonna fuck with the yachty, I mean
I like big gyal, thick gyal
I tell U-Dub to send me a beat and it's up
Lemonade in a blunt iced tea in a cup, in love with my bitch, but in bed, I'm
In love with a slut
She gripping the grip while I'm gripping her butt
She my gangsta bitch
She ain't lower than 10, she ain't a 10
Can't even rate the bitch
We don't go on dates and shit
I book us a flight and we out of the States
In and out of banks and shit, just took out a quarter mill out of the Chase
And she a keeper, pussy on leaker
I just want taste the bitch
I want her and need her
She not a cheater
Who the fuck made the bitch?
I love when it's toxic
I love when she pops shit, lady in the street, but in bed she a thot bitch
Came out of the closet
Look in her closet. Whole lot of fly shit, whole lot of options
She love me to death, but she know that I'm not shit
I know I'm not shit, my ride or die bitch forever we locked in
She got me, and I got her
Forever, we got this, bam bam
My gyal dem girls
Thick like oatmeal porridge
Gyal dem sick, them nauseous
Gyal dem fell, you flourish

Love me a bad bitch
Minus the other one
I gotta fuck with a savage

I gave her the dick
She got happy to hop on the trip
I can't fuck with no sad bitch
You call her Barbie, I get her undress
I'm fucking that pussy
It's life like
I get in that thang and be thun in the thun, da, thun, da, thun, ice spice
Me and M.A be fucking the same hoe that's my Eskimo brother
I get a killing that pussy to send her to ER with medical cover
The bad gyal, for the mad gyal, for the girl and still fuck one, not the yard
Girl, for the odd girl, for the eeeh, for the real girl, for the fat girl
Skinny girl, Trinny girl, no say a bad man will have too many, white girl
Black girl, all kinda tings, you have too many girls coming out of ya sprinter
Pull down your bonnet
Ling it
Let me palm it
Looka let me palm it
And you know my rudeness flatta
When ya towel
Take my chowda
Pull out tha ting
Go scatta
Sound like bracka bracka
It's a gyan a setta
Wine and gratta
Boy top shotta
Suck that motha
Bam Bam
Morning gyal
This for all of my morning gyals
$100,000 down payment
Just to put on your apartment gyal
How many kids I got
Ima say one and a half
That's because bitch I don't know
If I'm the other ones Dad
Bam Bam
Bam