Tekst Utworu

Come fall in love with a sensitive thug Get a massage and a back rub Back wood rolled I got time for 1 mo' I read you prose from Edgar Allan Poe And Def Poetry Jam Flows Remember back in the days The Ole... We was in church catching a vibe on the pews My thoughts were sinful but what was I 'posed to do They think you a angel but only I know the truth You sing in the choir well put them high notes to use Baby Ouu ouuu Ride ride Ladi dadi I'm fantastic all these boys Gassed up need an antacid nah Pass the ball to a young boy Final quarter call me Robert Horry for the score Plus I got a ring for ya and more It ain't tricking if he knows how to treat ya Ain't no fees attached to this feature Whether it's by conversation or consummation You always wanted him to go Deeper It seems like he tryna stop you from getting to your goals Does he sound like a keeper? Why settle for whatever's easy Your body bomb and brain and magnifique Mind on fleek Dress like sheesh, lets go eat Looking like a meal on the real I need that apple like the logo, can I get a piece?? We too old for games, too young for titles Too grown to play but context is vital Give it to me baby Give it to me Give it to me baby give it to if you love me now
Writer(s): Jon Anderson, Oluwatobi Ajibolade Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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