LYRICS
POSSE: Tori
I´ve been on the other side
Got my lips smacked now they´re dry
Then you call me call me in
Tou think I am your possession
you´re
Messing with a Southern girl
But my recipe is on
With your
stale bread yeah it´s hot
But Baby I don´t need your cash
so Baby maybe I let your
Big Wheel turn my
Fantasy
Don´t you throw your shade on me
I´ve been drinkin´ down your pain
Gonna turn that whiskey into rain and
Wash it away
Wash it away
Wash you away boy
Let´s go
I´ve been on my knees
But you´re so hard
hard to please
Did you take me take me in
So you are a superstar
get off the cross we need the wood
Somehow you will rise
But without a tool
I know honey you´re a pro
But Baby I don´t need you cash
Mama got it all in hand now
Gimme 8
Gimme 7
Gimme 6
Gimme 5 Gimme 4 Gimme 3
I. I. I am a M-I-L-F don´t you forget
M-I-L-F don´t you forget
M-I-L-F don´t you forget
Baby I don´t need your cash
so Baby maybe I let your
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