Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Tell Me What You Want , by - Cuban Link. Release date: 19.01.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Tell Me What You Want |
| If you want it in the morning and you need it in the |
| Night |
| I’m a give it to you baby |
| I’m a give it to you right |
| Would you do whatever I want? |
| Would you give me all that I need? |
| Ugh yo yo |
| Don’t need to tell me about your love life |
| I can see it in your eyes you like the thug type, His & Her bikes |
| Diamonds in the rough? |
| Right! |
| Love the crushed ice? |
| Love to puff la? |
| Love to get fucked? |
| Right! |
| It’s the Don with the S-Class, all aboard! |
| With thebest ass |
| Known to make the sex last |
| Only rep that, bet ya can’t sit |
| Joey Head Crack, keep you dancin', shit be hectic |
| Start the party in the limo, Bacardi con Limon |
| That’s what’s on, girl, shake your body, c’mon |
| Forget your friends, you can trust this |
| I know you heard how we run tris, but I want one chic |
| Don thick with the big hips, Joe will have a hoe |
| Screaming «Fat niggas got big dicks!» |
| So lick your lips if you’re feeling me, I’m right in |
| Front of Trinity |
| The way you work that thong, girl you’re killin' me |
| Yeah |
| Me? |
| I love the way you work it now |
| Pumping your bottom up and down like somebody played |
| You and now you tryin' to hurt them back |
| Whatever it is that you really need, you can get it |
| If it’s me you can hit, if it’s weed it’s already litted |
| We can leave in a minute, hop in the drop top 3 if you wit it |
| Watch TV in it, feel the breeze |
| And get lifted on our way to the Four Seasons |
| Here’s a sweet that I rented; |
| I’m a get deeper in it |
| Than he’s been in it |
| Bangin' like a chief’s up in it |
| Fuck your punnony; |
| butterfly on top of my body |
| I’m a suck that tootsie roll |
| 'til the cops gotta come and find me |
| That’s word life, mommy, I break you off like |
| Commission, through all the positions |
| Show you shit you always thought you was missing |
| Go and walk like a stallion, yelling «Fuck!» |
| like Italians |
| Beat it from the back, with your butt hitting my trunk, gold medallion |
| I’m puttin' in work, so now you gotta trade your pussy in it |
| If Armageaddon heard it, let it rest 'til it’s new again |
| Dame un beso, en el pecho, y quitate pantalon |
| Let me freak your body, mommy, with my cancion |
| I got a spot at the Ramada, asta manana |
| Dame un beso en el quello y quitate pantalon |
| Let me freak your body, mommy, with my cancion |
| I got a spot at the Ramada, I make ya holla, holla |
| I make ya holla, holla, you’re the best dada |
| I’m that dog with the collar, your father told you not to bother |
| Make it hotter than lava when I climb up in the cama |
| Llama me when you want and come satisfy your gana |
| I’m a smooth criminal, type of dude that’s sneaking |
| Through your window while your husband slump, sleeping |
| In the living room, getting you best, get on that ass |
| Doing back flips, arial tactics that’ll have you |
| Yelling that’s it, then pass it to Joey Gauge |
| They both know me already, from the show to the telly |
| Are you ready like R. Kelly? |
| Just belly to belly dancing, have you cats steadily |
| Telling me I’m handsome |
| It’s hard to keep my pants on, the last don; |
| I last |
| Long like sad songs, mad strong |
| Known for breaking hearts and back bones, act grown |
| Cause ain’t no chaperones in sight |
| It’s no price, I’m a give you what you want tonight |