| Yeah, I never really
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| Talk about dick that I wanna give you or places I wanna get to
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| Neck grab, hair grab
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| Arch back, heart attack, cardiac
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| I need it nasty like, like Evil Angel, like Vivid
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| You know, nasty like how they give it
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| You know, I need you to be open like Kai’s kitchen
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| That pussy kinda sound like waves hittin' (Kshh!)
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| Soothin', keep it right there, no movin'
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| Make my way around the bases-es
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| I wanna take you to oasises
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| Bein' honest, I don’t really know what patience is
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| Ayy, freaky like the red leather Michael
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| Zombie revival, this ain’t like you
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| This that new you, this ain’t high school (Hi)
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| I like best when you’re fresh faced and no foundation
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| Willin' and ready for the takin'
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| Earth-shatterin', groundbreakin'
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| Headscarf for after our relations
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| No judgment is our arrangement
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| Make that face up if you dare
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| But just be prepared that I am gonna cause that lipstick to smear
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| And the mascara tears to run down
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| I always need a glass of wine by sundown
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| I always get your ass over here somehow
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| I hope that the apocalypse is the only thing that doesn’t come now,
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| we’re one now
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| Did somebody…
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| Who’d they say that baby look like?
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| Drake!
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| Cashed out, my neck is frozen
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| Careful when we’re mixin' potion
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| Slashin' like Guns N' Roses
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| You got options, but I been chosen
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| To deal with you the way you like
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| The way you like it (Woo woo, woo woo)
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| To deal with you the way you like
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| The way you like it (Woo woo, woo woo)
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| Cashed out, my neck is frozen
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| Careful when we’re mixin' potion
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| Slashin' like Guns N' Roses
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| You got options, but I been chosen
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| To deal with you the way you like
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| The way you like it, yeah |