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Lotion
232
Hip-Hop/Rap
Lotion was released on April 16, 2019 by Megabites as a part of the album Nasa2
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AlbumNasa2
Release DateApril 16, 2019
LabelMegabites
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM92

Lyrics

(Oh yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Oh yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Oh yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Oh yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
You hate when I'm sober
Ringing up my phone, these times you really know I'm up
(Busy)
Bad Bs want me in the game when they know I'm up
And if the ATM say, you know I'm mad
This ain't your crib, baby
You ain't gotta tell me, know I'm mad
I got a ego, if I heard you got it in (Come on)
Then she know that I could work it
Not in that basic
I've got a rowdy shorty, with the seat back
True say I ain't your man
I still let you claim it
Because the idea don't seem bad
But when you're on the road, whip circulate to ask
‘Cause your body shape banging, like your edges laid nice, huh
You just want a lotion 'til it hit 4, like
Told me you're the type of girls you went for
Aight cool, let me speak, might gonna go peep
But she never took me home ‘cause I couldn't speak Twi
Then I started seeing that her rose off
Say she Portuguese, but I know she from Angola
My Naija girl think I'm made out of moolah
Bond Street shocking, then it's pecs force, ayo
But that's enough of them, I can't get enough of you
Ringing every day like a bugaboo
You hate when I'm sober
Ringing up my phone, these times you really know I'm up
(Busy)
Bad Bs want me in the game when they know I'm up
And if the ATM say, you know I'm mad
This ain't your crib, baby
You ain't gotta tell me, know I'm mad
I got a ego, if I heard you got it in
Then you know I'm gon' do (Know it work)
And now you feeling angry
You can't wait to throw a tantrum, babe, pull your shirt
Your heels cost a monkey
Your face straight when your friends say I'm handsome
And when you're in the dark, they be counting for your snap
Call you pretty from the front, Maser' from the back, heh
You just want a lotion 'til it hit 5, like
Told me you're the type of girls you didn't like
Aight, cool, surely in, I could put a runner band
She only holler when I'm dripping on the ground
I'm a young thing, I have to make a vintage
Dropped the rock, ‘cause she messy with our business
Want lotion and yet y'all let my **** hit
Car try the ting at first, but she wasn't hearing it
That's enough of them, I can't get enough of you
Ringing every day like a bugaboo
You hate when I'm sober
Ringing up my phone, these times you really know I'm up
(Busy)
Bad Bs want me in the game when they know I'm up
And if the ATM say, you know I'm mad
This ain't your crib, baby
You ain't gotta tell me, know I'm mad
I got a ego, if I heard you got it in
Then you know I'm out
(Oh yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Oh yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Oh yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
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Written by: Chucks Olaleye
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