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We about to take it slow We about to take it slow Let me slide ya panties down, I'll do it real slow Take you to your daddy's house and let his ass know That we about to take it slow That we about to take it slow Let me slide ya panties down, I'll do it real slow Take you to your daddy's house and let his ass know That we about to take it slow That we about to take it slow That we about to take it slow That we about to take it slow Hey, hold up a second, hey, hold up second, hold it, bae I like you for your pussy, personality, you perfect I might need to tell to my friends that I been fuckin' with you now I might need to tell the world that you is all I think about You all that's on my mind, you all I'm ever dreaming of The Mystic Mac is sprung, and that boy don't believe in love You took me to your friend's house, and she ain't like my attitude? Well, fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em, they don't know you like I know I do We about to take it slow We about to take it slow Let me slide ya panties down, I'll do it real slow Take you to your daddy's house and let his ass know That we about to take it slow That we about to take it slow Let me slide ya panties down, I'll do it real slow Take you to your daddy's house and let his ass know (ayy, ayy) We about to take it slow Last call, fucked up, got a scarf on the scar Went too fast but we are where we are Girl so bad, get her off in the car, 'cause she worth that Little boys give a fuck, but she heard that Bad little thing, but he ask if she work that Had a fight last night, give my shirt back Fly black coat, fuck it, dip from the first class Scums are findin' my house Got a Tumblr model and a couple bottles Wanna see her take off that blouse Let it fall like Gollum 'cause I know she got 'em I could write a novel about how she lookin' flawless And you know, regardless, I'ma get her off on that couch I'ma give her fucked and I'm loud Nobody know me like you do, I'm crushing And nobody know you like I do You could just come over and listen to Vinyl We don't need a title to know what it is Buy you that Michael, that Prada, that Louis, that Gucci If that's what you wanted, you know that you got it You know I be busy, and know I be working Know I be grindin', I'll never be stoppin'
Writer(s): Bob Moulds, Michael Ballew Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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