Lyrics

You throw fingers in the sky But it's not for the set that you repping Gun shots with a few hand gestures Tp show me that your sex is a weapon Always end up drunk in a club section Treat it like a frat line, cause right now we stepping Back to my space Bye bye bye to your panties, In sync with the bass Right now (right now) You love it when I take you down To something smooth from the 90's A little Blackstreet, maybe Jodeci This won't take forever, my lady She give me humble top, but when my rocket pop She give me cocky looks like McGrady Yeah Tell me what you want, yeah But it's to late to talk, yeah Our bodies do the talking I'm listening Take them stresses off, yeah Kill that pussy softly Outline it in chalk, yeah Full Clippin' I'm gone take my shot To make that body drop You gone scream so loud I swear the cops my raid the spot, yeah So tell me what you want, yeah But it's to late to talk, yeah Our bodies do the talking I'm listening About to board a flight Sitting at my gate I just wanna touch you But you're so far away You're so caught on me Out with other girls Don't get caught on the grapevine You're grown enough, use your own mind They just mad that you take all my time Drop that pin, I'ma put it in my maps Pierce that skin when you digging in my back More than just sex Baby, we be making magic Sexual healing I'm Marvin on the mattress And when I get that feeling Yeah yeah I need, I need I need, I need I need Tell me what you want, yeah But it's to late to talk, yeah Our bodies do the talking I'm listening Take them stresses off, yeah Kill that pussy softly Outline it in chalk, yeah Full Clippin' I'm gone take my shot To make that body drop You gone scream so loud I swear the cops my raid the spot, yeah So tell me what you want, yeah But it's to late to talk, yeah Our bodies do the talking I'm listening
Writer(s): Terrence Copeland Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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