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John Jackson
John Jackson
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Shawty so cold, Pussy winter fresh Reservations to eat & you my dinner guest Shawty clean up nice. Never been a mess Could take a little pain, I see the tattos on her flesh But I ain't tryna hurt her cause I always been the best At makin' my shawty feel it, till she feel it in her chest Sex excellent, get 100 when I test Im a fan of her talent so I always been impressed Sex in the city on my black satin sheets Wet as hurricane Sandy on these Manhattan streets Lit a few candles like my power hadnt reached Then I took her places that her last nigga hadnt reached Bitch so bad, know her parents went through hell Smart mouth when we argue, you would swear she went to Yale I wanna touch her, not using my hands. Make her dance without using the bands Cassie: Call me crazy, shit at least u calling Feels better when you let it out dont it boy Know its easy to get caught up in the moment Cause u say it when u mad & you take it all back Then we fuck all night till things get right Then we fuck all night till things get right Fab: The club poppin but she ain't tryna go there Her friends know where she going everytime she tell em no where Im the only one who get up in that VIP Explain My money grown baby ain't no need to see I.D Slide her somethin' just to come through, host money At least niggas know you getting to the most money Club my place, u wear what u wanna wear But you over dressed if you wearing underwear Now turn up, couple Js to burn up Couple spots to hide out, now let that playlist ride out Where I live on Sunday, Your place Monday Her hand in my pants, Call it Al Bundy Pull it out like a pistol yo Kissing on the balls like the dick a mistle toe Told her do that thing I like, bet she listen yo Bad Bitch, good girl around Christmas doe. (Nice!) Call me crazy, shit at least u calling Feels better when you let it out dont it boy Know its easy to get caught up in the moment Cause u say it when u mad & you take it all back Then we fuck all night till things get right Then we fuck all night till things get right Pussy sweeter than some fresh fruit She gushing, I drink the best juice Ima drink it till nothing left too And she playing with herself too I been thinking bout her all day She perform like its Broadway Yeah we hop in the range She off topping the brain, got the windows down. Broad day Just Look at her spectacular Throw her on the stove, flip her like a spatula Other niggas want her but u see them niggas wack to her Side bitch trippin cause I never get back to her My bitch like bitches but none of my bitches bad to her She said Trigga why I never see u with a bad bitch? Thats just me and all these other bitches average 100% real, all these bitches is plastic Moroccan Goddess, walk like she need her ass kissed. (Walk like she need her ass kissed) Diced pinapples, Super fine at you And she giving head, she throwing her mind at you Fuck these other bitches, nigga she dont mind that you do I just wanna watch, I ain't talking time at you dudes Never fakin', why they hella front? Keep it real with her, yeah thats all she ever want Something bout the alchemy, she dont never disappoint London on the Balcony, we bout to smoke another joint Miami on the Yacht, She pullin on my pistol saying how she love my cock Metaphoric bliss, shawty you the shit Couple days with her man thats all I ever get And she got a lil sister, thats all she ever with Game like a nigga man thats all she ever spit Montreal was our first time Swear her pussy just like the first line Scars on my back, she left a couple there Spend a couple stacks, I done bought a couple pairs Try to bag mine? my nigga I double dare Never retract statements nigga im never scared Niggas be switching up but nigga im never weird Back on another leer I leave u niggas here, all in another year All in another lane, all in another gear All of u niggas lame, all of u niggas here Listen up, bitch niggas bitchin' up Guess u doing what u supposed to Let a real nigga hold u Back to my babygirl tho I just need u in my world yo Call me crazy, shit at least u calling Feels better when you let it out dont it boy Know its easy to get caught up in the moment Cause u say it when u mad & you take it all back Cause u say it when u mad & you take it all back Then we fuck all night till things get right Cause u say it when u mad & you take it all back Then we fuck all night till things get right
Writer(s): William Leonard Roberts, Aubrey Drake Graham, Olubowale Victor Akintimehin, Carl E. Mccormick Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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