Pound Her Out by Doughboyz Cashout
Pound Her Out by Doughboyz Cashout

Pound Her Out

Doughboyz Cashout * Track #9 On We Run The City Vol. 4

Pound Her Out Lyrics

(Hook)
Pound Her Out
Pound Her Out
Pound Her Out
Pound Her Out

(Verse)
I be going round, make a bitch feel special
Haven’t lost a word, swear, I deserve a medal
She say her life stressful, need some dick in her life
Soon as I walk through the door, her ass was looking right
Once a quiet joke, I hit (???)
Suck it, and she did more, what’s wrong with her weird ass?!
She told me do it hard, know I an;t just hear that
Put her on her back, and pull her ankles where her ears at
Pound Her Out, dawg
Pound Her Out, I’m at peace with my name
What’s my name? Big Keese
Got her squirting all on the sheets
When I went down, said my grace, time to eat

(Hook)
Fuck her good, fuck her good
Pound Her Out
Fuck her good, fuck her good
Pound Her Out

(Verse)
I start to bend you over, slide by the venues
Rag your shoulders, play with your titties
Baby, I run the city, these things ain;t fucking with me
I try to fuck with you, though
I got a bitch and she can be my lil’ Buddha
I see that ass, I’m gonna tap that motherfucker
Bend you over, slap that motherfucker
I’m boss, so I ain’t gon’ hound you
I’m just tryna pound you
Like a bo, I ain’t saying you a ho!
Don’t get misschooled, try and obey my rules
I will try to bend you over once I get to you the news
Almost tied to the room and make a movie
Wanted to fuck back in the day, when you with coolie
She say (???)
I pound her from the back and she screaming I’ll be good
Say rock all of your tits, I love how these all hold
When i pound her from the back and she’s screamng I’ll be good
Really?

(Hook)
Fuck her good, fuck her good
Pound Her Out
Fuck her good, fuck her good
Pound Her Out

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