Testo di turks (I apologize)

I ain't mean to hurt you, but that nigga really had to hurt you Bag on Birkin, I apologize, had to Turks you You ain't never met the Slizzy God, baby girl, I could church you I just want to lunch you, wanna dinner you, and dessert you Don't deserve you, these niggas don’t deserve you, right? Talkin' loud 'cause you think a nigga never heard you, right? She be talkin' 'bout her pussy when she say her circle tight And she ride the dick with no hands like a circus bike Last night mad real, pop a Percocet, not a Advil Last kill, bad kill, had to pack her, it was that real When I fuck her from the back, she says she like how that feel She a skinny bitch, but from the back, her ass was lookin' fat, yeah And I met her this year, can't believe I didn't met her last year I was, I was doing bad, yeah, I was, I was talkin' practice I was, really, I was acting but, you was like a actress now Fuck it, that’s the past, I ain't even mad now, you in my mattress yeah I ain't mean to hurt you, but that nigga really had to hurt you Bag on Birkin, I apologize, had to Turks you You ain't never met the Slizzy God, baby girl, I could church you I just want to lunch you, wanna dinner you, and dessert you Don't deserve you, these niggas don’t deserve you, right? Talkin' loud 'cause you think a nigga never heard you, right? She be talkin' 'bout her pussy when she say her circle tight And she ride the dick with no hands like a circus bike