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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ar'mon & Trey
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Armon Warren
Composer
Treyvion Traylor
Composer
Lyrics
Yeah
Oh-woah, woah-ah-ah
Oh-woah
Yeah
Climbin' inside of the Benz truck
Kiss on your neck, pull on your hair, hold you down, girl, I won't let up
Treat a nigga like a ghost and come and snatch this soul
Dick so good it make her toxic, is this right or wrong? Yeah
You see how you get so weak when I slide in between your legs
(Your legs, your legs, your legs, your legs) no, no
Even though this our third round
I told you I'm not done yet
Yeah-yeah
She talks soft, but she gets it hard (get hard)
Lollipop eats the stick and all (and all)
She gives me brain like a lace install
And I know she knows I like to hit it raw (oh, yeah)
She knows I remind her all the time that, that pussy mine
When she starts actin' out of line
Put that dick all in her spine
And she rides dick like a taxi
Cold lil' bitch, need a vaccine (yeah)
Miles high club, fuck a backseat
I've been runnin' through the pussy like a track meet (yeah)
Pullin' on her lace where her tracks be (no, oh, oh)
I'ma bust up on her face, call it Maybelline
Bring the yellow tap, we gone make a scene (no-oh)
And she gon' rub it in like some facial cream (no-oh, oh-oh)
Sneak out the pussy, then crawl in a Lamb' (then crawl in a Lamb')
No movie dates, I can't control my hands (can't control my hands)
I'm a real nigga, don't fuck on her friend (don't fuck on her friend)
But if I did, she knows I can
Oh, oh, oh, I ain't shit
Take my time when I stroke
She gives me pussy presents tie with a bow
Lickin' on the tip and watchin' it grow
Make me wanna nut inside her throat (her throat)
Make me wanna nut inside her throat
Arch your back, I'm slidin' in slow
Titanic dick, I'm sinkin' the boat
If it smells like fish, then I gotta go
Just lettin' you know, girl (know, girl)
You need to come over (over)
Put your legs behind your head
I got you feelin', it's yoga
Pin you on the wall like a poster (oh)
Ride on this dick, rollercoaster (oh, no)
She bust on the table like poker
Thankin' the women that birthed her
She talks soft, but she gets it hard (get hard)
Lollipop eats the stick and all (and all)
She gives me brain like a lace install
And I know she knows I like to hit it raw
She knows I remind her all the time that (oh, yeah)
That pussy mine (pussy mine)
When she starts actin' out of line
Put that dick all in her spine (ooh)
And she rides dick like a taxi (taxi)
Cold lil' bitch, need a vaccine (vaccine)
Miles high club, fuck a backseat (ooh, ooh, whoa)
I've been runnin' through the pussy like a track meet (yeah)
Pullin' on her lace where her tracks be (no, oh, oh)
I'ma bust up on her face, call it Maybelline
Bring the yellow tap, we gone make a scene (no-oh)
And she gon' rub it in like some facial cream (no-oh, oh-oh)
Sneak out the pussy, then crawl in a Lamb' (Lamb')
No movie dates, I can't control my hands (hands)
I'm a real nigga, don't fuck on her friend
But if I did, she knows I can
Oh, oh (oh), oh (oh), I ain't shit
Writer(s): Armon Warren, Charles Dawson Iii, Benson Bazilme, Gabriel Blizman, Matthew Cristobal, Philip Kavuma, Treyvion Traylor
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