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graves
graves
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Aviella
Aviella
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Christian Kaai Mochizuki
Christian Kaai Mochizuki
Songwriter
Sooraj Krishnan
Sooraj Krishnan
Songwriter
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graves
graves
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Baby, why you talking that nonsense? Nonsense, why you go and talk that? Graves says baby come and top that Imma get the good head like a top hat On top that Turn a girly bitch into a tomcat Pull up in a cheetah with a [?] cat Running through the snow like a bobcat, bobcat, wahed Know you favour that taste Every time we set that pace Every time I feel your waist Bang, baby girl wanna hang Strains them Tommy Hilfigers Sitting in the rain, little shawty love to Show me face, nigga bumping on the bass Baby girl, give me face Face, she gon' fuck me up Sipping, sipping, got a dirty cup Tripping, yeah, she trying all these drugs Stripping makes me wanna fall in love Stripping, bitch, you wanna fall in love It just isn't right It just isn't practical If I am your light Why did you let me go? It just isn't right It just isn't practical If I am your light Why did you let me go? Why did you? Phone call, block them all Baby girl, I don't want talk Your bitch says you en vogue But she is too scared to walk I be calling, sipping walk Date is looking at my watch VVS, shout when I park She get that face and take off Yeah, she fucking with that hard play Uh, she a fucking sorbet Wanna full meal, got a groupie on my eel I'm a specialist like a Navy SEAL, uh The ankle chain bring sex appeal My income 'bout to rise a mil' Side, side chicks are playing left field It just isn't right It just isn't practical If I am your light Why did you let me go?
Writer(s): David Mitchel Dresden, Josh Damon Gabriel, Molly Jeannine Bancroft, David Penner Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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