Lyrics

Mhm, mhm Yeah yeah yeah yeah Grind on me (On me) Relax your body take you time with me (With me) Yeah we can kick it shawtie, why don't we (Don't we) Hit the crib and we can smoke OG (OG) It's yo play baby Grind on me (On me) Relax your body take you time with me (With me) Yeah we can kick it shawtie, why don't we (Don't we) Hit the crib and we can smoke OG (OG) It's yo play baby Baby grind on me Take your time We can sip a little wine 'Fore I hit it from behind Then we'll jet off to Milan Where we'll sit under the Palms Rubbing lotion on your arms You can leave your girls behind shit I've been thinking bout it all day and night Pussy got me thinking bout that 3 A.M. flight The way you say them words I wanna set that soul right How bout I fly you out so I can set that soul right Grind on me (On me) Relax your body take you time with me (With me) Yeah we can kick it shawtie, why don't we (Don't we) Hit the crib and we can smoke OG (OG) It's yo play baby Grind on me (On me) Relax your body take you time with me (With me) Yeah we can kick it shawtie, why don't we (Don't we) Hit the crib and we can smoke OG (OG) It's yo play baby Got me feeling restless and reckless I'm only tryna impress I confess Finesse and gain access unless This is causing distress I'm only tryna destress Nonetheless I'll bench you like bench press and caress Lemme make a request or maybe can I suggest That we make some progress and maybe get undressed I'll Reposes that sun dress You can be the temptress Or Lisa Wilkes and I'll be be Fresh Prince Grind on me (On me) Relax your body take you time with me (With me) Yeah we can kick it shawtie, why don't we (Don't we) Hit the crib and we can smoke OG (OG) It's yo play baby Grind on me (On me) Relax your body take you time with me (With me) Yeah we can kick it shawtie, why don't we (Don't we) Hit the crib and we can smoke OG (OG) It's yo play baby Take your time We can sip a little wine 'Fore I hit it from behind Then we'll jet off to Milan Where we'll sit under the Palms Rubbing lotion on your arms You can leave your girls behind shit I've been thinking bout it all day and night Pussy got me thinking bout that 3 A.M. flight The way you say them words I wanna set that soul right How bout I fly you out so I can set that soul right On me With me Don't we Why don't we babe
Writer(s): James Miles Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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