Lyrics

Yeah Oh-woah, woah-ah-ah Oh-woah Yeah Climbin' inside of the Benz truck Kiss on your neck, pull on your hair, hold you down, girl, I won't let up Treat a nigga like a ghost and come and snatch this soul Dick so good it make her toxic, is this right or wrong? Yeah You see how you get so weak when I slide in between your legs (Your legs, your legs, your legs, your legs) no, no Even though this our third round I told you I'm not done yet Yeah-yeah She talks soft, but she gets it hard (get hard) Lollipop eats the stick and all (and all) She gives me brain like a lace install And I know she knows I like to hit it raw (oh, yeah) She knows I remind her all the time that, that pussy mine When she starts actin' out of line Put that dick all in her spine And she rides dick like a taxi Cold lil' bitch, need a vaccine (yeah) Miles high club, fuck a backseat I've been runnin' through the pussy like a track meet (yeah) Pullin' on her lace where her tracks be (no, oh, oh) I'ma bust up on her face, call it Maybelline Bring the yellow tap, we gone make a scene (no-oh) And she gon' rub it in like some facial cream (no-oh, oh-oh) Sneak out the pussy, then crawl in a Lamb' (then crawl in a Lamb') No movie dates, I can't control my hands (can't control my hands) I'm a real nigga, don't fuck on her friend (don't fuck on her friend) But if I did, she knows I can Oh, oh, oh, I ain't shit Take my time when I stroke She gives me pussy presents tie with a bow Lickin' on the tip and watchin' it grow Make me wanna nut inside her throat (her throat) Make me wanna nut inside her throat Arch your back, I'm slidin' in slow Titanic dick, I'm sinkin' the boat If it smells like fish, then I gotta go Just lettin' you know, girl (know, girl) You need to come over (over) Put your legs behind your head I got you feelin', it's yoga Pin you on the wall like a poster (oh) Ride on this dick, rollercoaster (oh, no) She bust on the table like poker Thankin' the women that birthed her She talks soft, but she gets it hard (get hard) Lollipop eats the stick and all (and all) She gives me brain like a lace install And I know she knows I like to hit it raw She knows I remind her all the time that (oh, yeah) That pussy mine (pussy mine) When she starts actin' out of line Put that dick all in her spine (ooh) And she rides dick like a taxi (taxi) Cold lil' bitch, need a vaccine (vaccine) Miles high club, fuck a backseat (ooh, ooh, whoa) I've been runnin' through the pussy like a track meet (yeah) Pullin' on her lace where her tracks be (no, oh, oh) I'ma bust up on her face, call it Maybelline Bring the yellow tap, we gone make a scene (no-oh) And she gon' rub it in like some facial cream (no-oh, oh-oh) Sneak out the pussy, then crawl in a Lamb' (Lamb') No movie dates, I can't control my hands (hands) I'm a real nigga, don't fuck on her friend But if I did, she knows I can Oh, oh (oh), oh (oh), I ain't shit
Writer(s): Armon Warren, Benson Bazilme, Charles Dawson Iii, Treyvion Traylor, Philip Kavuma, Matthew Cristobal, Gabriel Blizman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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