| That pussy the truth, ain’t nothin' to lie about
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| She roll my blunt while we ridin' out (Roll up)
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| That shit get so wet, I might get to slidin' up
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| She got me low, I’ve been hidin' out (Low)
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| If that was yo lady, you’d probably go crazy
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| Right in the same moment you find it out (Crazy)
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| She climb on top of me and ride it out (Ride)
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| Got her man buggin' tryna find my house (Uh)
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| Ma, you get what you ask for (Uh)
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| We goin' out the country so please bring your passport (Please)
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| Next mornin' shawty text me her back sore
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| Face pretty, hair real and her ass soft
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| Saks Fifth, she be dressin' her ass off
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| Trip to Bahamas the Villa in Nassau
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| They see me with her, them niggas gon' back off
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| Quarantinin' but we fuck with our mask off
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| I live like a prince, uh, slidin' the window
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| Got tints in the back of the Benz
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| Tryna' count what I spent (Run it up)
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| Sober she like to make love
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| But I hit from the back when I’m bent
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| Leg up like I’m Captain Morgan
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| I’ll probably slide 'fore you see the mornin' (Leg up)
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| All the furniture, know we was on it
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| She runnin' from it, she might need a warnin'
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| We gon' need a moment
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| Can I make this a bit more sexual?
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| Let me do some things, I’m a professional
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| And I’ll take you to a time that you won’t forget
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| Just let me show you, ah yeah
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| You know what it is, legs touchin' your head (Uh)
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| Keep shakin', while we breakin' the bed (Break it)
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| Girl, that pussy the truth
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| Girl, I swear to God, I will never lie about you (Nah)
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| I like to smoke, she told me she like to get drunk
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| And that she don’t like niggas that’s broke (Me neither)
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| I climb out that pussy, she call me the goat
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| I think she done fell in love with my stroke (Aye)
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| Her body shakin' like she just caught a stroke
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| Ain’t nothin' to talk about, all in her throat
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| Her friends askin' her, they all wanna know
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| Some more Casa Amigos the all wanna go
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| That 'nani the truth, so why would I lie 'bout the shit (Why?)
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| I’d be surprised if you hit
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| Just walked outta Louie, she bodied the fit
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| Got back to the crib and she sloppy with dick (Ooh)
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| If I aim at ya melon, it gotta get split (Boom)
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| If she tryna die then she gotta get clipped
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| Carti' for mines so the shiniest wrist
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| 49ers we the grimiest clique (Nines)
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| Got no trouble tryna find me a bitch (Never)
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| Go and hustle like we gotta get rich (Got to)
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| I ain’t call you 'cause I probably was drunk
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| Might’ve curved you 'cause I probably was lit
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| In our section got your wife with some Crips
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| Bust her ass, then I’m probably gon' split (Come here)
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| We touchin' cash, got a lot more to get (Lot more)
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| We made a porno off a bottle of 'Le (Take a shot)
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| Can I make this a bit more sexual? |
| (Can I)
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| Let me do some things, I’m a professional (I'ma pro)
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| And I’ll take you to a time that you won’t forget (Uh-uh)
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| Just let me show you, ah yeah (You know)
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| You know what it is, legs touchin' your head (Uh)
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| Keep shakin', while we breakin' the bed (Shake it, shake it)
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| Girl, that pussy the truth
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| Girl, I swear to God, I will never lie about you (I swear never)
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| Can I make this a bit more sexual? |
| (That's all I’m tryna do)
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| Let me do some things, I’m a professional (Professional)
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| And I’ll take you to a time that you won’t forget (Uh)
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| Just let me show you, ah yeah (Sit right here)
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| You know what it is, legs touchin' your head (Uh)
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| Keep shakin', while we breakin' the bed (Lay down)
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| Girl, that pussy the truth
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| Girl, I swear to God, I will never lie about you (Nah) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Sexual , by - Dave East. Song from the album Karma 3, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп