Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Spin, artist - Dabbla. Album song Year of the Monkey, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 08.09.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: High Focus
Song language: English
Spin |
Yeah, you better thicken it up |
We can take it real slow, we can quicken it up |
I wanna witness you spinning this shit and picking it up |
Take you to that special place and we can figure it out |
And see how much of your body I can fit in my mouth |
I reckon about three and a half pounds of soft tissue |
Fully qualificationalised, it’s not an issue |
Now your bodies unstablised, the shot has hit you |
Wobbly surfaces fucking up all your furnishes |
Pulling down all your curtains and catering for your purposes |
Since your nervousness thanking me for my services |
Happy with all your purchases, actually no alternatives |
Why would I, about how could I? |
It’s your fault i’m checking you out with my good eye |
Should I, Whisper something nasty in your ear |
I could hardly hear, baby there’s a party over here |
I got a weakness, keep the sweet |
Nah I come catered, don’t be sheepish |
We both need this, let’s get acquianted |
I hit a detonary, you better believe me |
You’ll never get a dissed at this again in your life |
At the end of the day, I want it by the end of the night |
Let’s end on a high, no point pretending you won’t |
I know you will, your eyes say what your mouth won’t let you |
Like if you say that I won’t respect you |
But I prefer directness, come in her direction |
She thought she heard erection, I said I stand corrected |
She said she’s hand selected, she said she’s ambidextrous |
Bam, she had me glad that I was packing that protection |
Any weather get her wetter when I tickle her treasure |
Apply the pressure, give her pleasure like I ain’t even trying |
Bigger measures, leather feather boa dressing impressing |
Got to confess, it get’s them going and I ain’t even lying |
She’s down, she’s in so I might just take her for a spin |
She’s trim, she’s sound, I might treat her to a night on the town |
She’s bad, she’s fine and I wanna put it on her all the time |
She’s mine, she’s her, I admit it she makes me look good |
Uh, I wanna beat it like it owes me suttin |
And so I rush in with no discussion and blow the button |
Pull the cushion from underneath you and draw the curtain |
Fill the bath full of water and keep the candle burning |
One splash of that hot wax and I was certain |
I was getting none from the pleasure but sure that I was hurting |
Started pinching myself as she pushed me in the belly |
I’m already inebriated from all the rum and Henny |
I wasn’t ready, Miss Moneypenny give me a semi |
So I poured a Remy and walked in looking like Steve Buscemi |
Belly up on the febby, he’s had enough already |
She must really love him for what he is, he ain’t got a penny |
Everybody’s in unity, get the way and many |
If he isn’t being at one with it then it’s secondary |
Makaveli, petroleum jelly off the tele |
It’s incredibly necessary that I give this some welly |
She’s down, she’s in so I might just take her for a spin |
She’s trim, she’s sound, I might treat her to a night on the town |
She’s bad, she’s fine and I wanna put it on her all the time |
She’s mine, she’s her, I admit it she makes me look good |