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It's obvious you fine But I rather see your mind Then again I take that back Much rather see your spine All them tattoos down your back Them the real color your eyes And that gap between them thighs Type shit that blow my mind Just sit back and relax baby Tie your hair to the back baby Other hoes just don't compare But you're smart you knew that baby Stick with me just grind with me Give it to me take my time with it Type of nigga shoot the club up You gone take a test with two lines in it And ima beat it up Ima beat it up eat up Ima beat it up eat it up heat it up Get too loud turn the speakers up Want round 2 I need 2 blunts Textin freaky shit ain't enough i think u bluffin Don't believe it less i see it gotta show me something No time to make assumptions Shirt open david ruffin Stains all on my shirt Go out in public got it tucked in That pretty ricky shit Thats what we in here bumpin Now we hear sirens coming The neighbors heard the thumping They probably hard you cumming But they ain't hear me leaving You said one night Then you got piped And turned into weekend Stepped out for two minutes Come back and then you sleeping Got you a gift shawty No wrapper ain't no peaking I catch it Julio Then we just cool it though You call it wasting time I call it moving slow You steady screaming yes But when I tell you no You say you mad at me Never believe it though Baby sip to you lit thats right Make it drip drip drip all night Hopped on said it's my turn Got damn baby feel so right Let you ride like a brand new car Only thing is we cant go far Taking shots on shots no bar Grind on me like bluestars
Writer(s): Cory Jones Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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