Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Anytime , by - Jean Deaux. Song from the album Empathy, in the genre СоулRelease date: 13.06.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: EMPIRE, Jean Deaux
Song language: English
Anytime |
| You don’t have to feel bad for me |
| If you don’t decide to answer, babe |
| Away, give it all up to me |
| I know you like a dancer, babe |
| Call me anytime you wanna get it |
| I could have it crackin' for you |
| I’ma call you up before this exit |
| Don’t let me catch you actin' brand new |
| You ain’t gotta ask |
| 'Cause you know I’m on the way |
| Got my hands behind my waist |
| Now my legs is givin' way |
| We gon' have to crash |
| If you keep tryna play |
| Just to put me on my ass |
| Just so you could get a taste |
| Now do you have the range? |
| How I get it from high low |
| This chopper on ya head, then I’m leavin' ya mind blown |
| Now he wanna ménage with him, me and my clone |
| Nickname is Lola, can we make it fly low? |
| Grip game a choker, now beat it, no FlyLo |
| I’ma lose my mind on it, can I take my time on it? |
| I’ma stop breathin', he callin' me psycho |
| Now he fingerin' the key, pretty please maestro |
| Need a wheelchair when I leave, no need for light strokes |
| Pay all these bitches dust like they came from Cairo |
| His head spinnin', check the engine, let me ride slow |
| Don’t spit no game when I’m the cheat code, nigga |
| Just relax, I’ma calm you with a pre-roll |
| Don’t act shy when you pull up on a freak ** |
| He look alive 'tiI show him how I **** ***** ('Til I show him how) |
| Oye loca ven pa’ca |
| Now you scream out «Mami, don’t stop» |
| Don’t need a ring and I’m still the master |
| And he professor and I’m like Ms. Parker |
| I make it rain like he need a parka |
| And bus' and dip like I’m doin' drive by |
| Call me anytime you wanna get it |
| I could have it crackin' for you |
| I’ma call you up before this exit |
| Don’t let me catch you actin' brand new |
| You ain’t gotta ask |
| 'Cause you know I’m on the way |
| Got my hands behind my waist |
| Now my legs is givin' way |
| We gon' have to crash |
| If you keep tryna play |
| Just to put me on my ass |
| Just so you could get a taste |
| Pull up and eat it again, no Queen Key |
| Come home to me, let’s fuck, no Queen B |
| I know you prefer when I am all me |
| But I made sure you could grip on my weave |
| Inches to my waist, tickle your face when I am grinding it |
| Cowgirl in reverse, make it a hearse, I’ll ride or die on it |
| Take a minute, we could slow down, chop screw |
| Speed up, we could master it |
| It’s your fuckin' world and I’m just out here gettin' smacked in it, ha |
| So just pull on up |
| Or I’ma call your bluff |
| If you ain’t in no rush |
| Slide that thing up in my… huh |
| Call me anytime you wanna get it |
| I could have it crackin' for you |
| I’ma call you up before this exit |
| Don’t let me catch you actin' brand new |
| You ain’t gotta ask |
| 'Cause you know I’m on the way |
| Got my hands behind my waist |
| Now my legs is givin' way |
| We gon' have to crash |
| If you keep tryna play |
| Just to put me on my ass |
| Just so you could get a taste |