| Kama Sutra
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| Kiss me in the backyard
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| Rose petals touch my lips, feel like glass shards
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| I was born into the light, she’ll press against my black heart
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| Hope we relapse tonight
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| Memories so physical, when our breaths meet
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| My thoughts become so typical they only stress me
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| I want your aura but you wanna test me
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| I’ll remember that shit, next time you wanna sex me
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| Eye contact when we talking sex speech
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| We both give fellatio on Chanel sheets
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| Now she on my pleasure zone so hard I can’t speak
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| But that woman too wild so that loving won’t keep
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| I’mma throwaway nigga, she got another next week
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| He used to be my nigga, but I guess he rather beef
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| Kama Sutra
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| Come kiss me in the back yard
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| My love’s inside your love but it’s still guarded
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| Kiss me in the backyard
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| Kama Sutra
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| Come kiss me in the back yard
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| My love’s inside your love but we still guarded
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| But what, we still guarded
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| Kiss me in the back yard
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| Kama Sutra
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| Come kiss me in the back yard
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| Kama Sutra
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| Come kiss me in the back yard
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| Kama Sutra
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| Come kiss me in the back yard
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| My love’s inside your love but we still guarded
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| But we still guarded
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| Kama Sutra
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| Kiss me in the back yard
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| Kiss me in the back yard
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| Kama Sutra |