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Kyle, you made that? Ayy Pokin' out them jeans, Mami thick (yeah) Need me a handful so I could take a (what?), grip Love the way your thighs do that thing when you just sit Keep it a Frankie, your man keep it counterfeit Baby, just like Birkin how she in her bag (goddamn) I see you workin' with your workin' ass (ayy) Nobody's perfect, but I swear you got a perfect ass Now let me see how you make all these players worship that (oh yeah) Skintight dress, ass on fat, lips so soft (lips so soft) Ride me fast, tongue me down, get me off (get me off) Show me the way you make 'em fall in love (oh yeah) Get nasty, bae, go ahead and fuck me up (fuck me up) Skintight dress, ass on fat, lips so soft (ayy) (lips so soft) Ride me fast, tongue me down, get me off (goddamn) (get me off) Show me the way you make 'em fall in love (oh yeah) Get nasty, bae, go ahead and fuck me up Ayy, she said, "I'll hold a brick for you" Go 'head, baby, tell me what your down to do (do) They don't amount to you You my lil' baby, let me shower you Ayy, you gave me that look and now I'm hypnotized I be getting lost when I'm up in them thighs She just want a man, not them little guys And once she take her clothes off, baby, it's a vibe (oh yeah) Skintight dress, ass on fat, lips so soft (lips so soft) Ride me fast, tongue me down, get me off (get me off) Show me the way you make 'em fall in love (oh yeah) Get nasty, bae, go ahead and fuck me up (fuck me up) Skintight dress, ass on fat, lips so soft (ooh) (lips so soft) Ride me fast, tongue me down, get me off (goddamn) (get me off) Show me the way you make 'em fall in love (oh yeah) Get nasty, bae, go ahead and fuck me up
Writer(s): Gilbert Russell Llantino, Kyle Abacan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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