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You should buy A covered box 'Cause fucking you put me next to God When I wasn't supposed to see Heaven Out of respect We plan it all I'm in your space An astronaut And I could explore you Forever You're out of a dream baby You're more than I need baby Got all you can eat baby Crownin' you Queen baby You better believe baby Girl out of all of the eyes I consume They're nothing on you They got nothing on you I could close my eyes Got you memorized Just by the way that you move They got nothing on you You're the meal And the dessert The way you taste I go berserk Dripping straight into my vitals On my knees I'm worshippin' Confess your sins Till your cards relyin' on you for Survival You're out of a dream baby You're more than I need baby Got all you can eat baby I'm crownin' you Queen baby You better believe baby Girl out of all of the eyes I consume They're nothing on you They got nothing on you I could close my eyes Got you memorized Just by the way that you move They're nothing on you They got nothing on you (They got nothin' no nothin') Give me paradise All that money buys Girl you're the one I would choose They're nothing on you They got nothing on you I can close my eyes Got you memorized Just by the way that you move They got nothing on you (they got nothin') They got nothing on you (they got nothing on you) Give me paradise All that money buys Girl you're the one I will choose They got nothing on you
Writer(s): Andrew Martino, Sam Drysdale Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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