| That tight skirt you have on
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| Use your body as a weapon
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| I can handle it, I’m not threatened, naw
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| You wanna have some sex hon'?
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| It’s okay
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| We’re a-dults
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| Just come be my lesson
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| I ain’t gon' comfort you girl
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| All that effort ain’t me
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| Naw
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| I said you really got me indifferent
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| You know you love me when I’m up in it
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| You so nasty they would never know, shit
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| Wait it minute
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| I feel it comin', I can’t pretend
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| You see it, then you tell me, «hold it in»
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| I grab yo neck and you say, «again» (know what)
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| Love that shit
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| It’s not just fucking all that (disdain?)
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| So Pressure is yo favorite drink
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| You smokin' the first time and start to think
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| Is it poison? |
| or maybe I’m just in need (pink?)
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| You start kissing me, trying to get my soul receiver
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| I start (mixing?) them messages for my girl to leave
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| And I start wishing that me and you can kinda be
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| And then I zone in
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| And you on yo' knees
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| Shit
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| That tight skirt you have on
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| Use your body as a weapon
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| I can handle it, I’m not threatened, naw
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| You wanna have some sex hon'?
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| It’s okay
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| We’re a-dults
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| Just come be my lesson
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| I ain’t gon' comfort you girl
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| All that effort ain’t me
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| Naw, uh-huh
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| Is it you need?
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| Don’t say it, because I’ll probably guess
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| I cannot leave you soaking and do not clean the mess
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| I’m going hard
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| Baby, thank you, you so receptive
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| You (call?) was the routine, just when we (sextin'?)
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| Never gunna make me fade away (never, it’s never)
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| It’s never gunna make me fade away (naw)
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| What happened was
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| One night made your addiction grow
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| Your eyes were open, your mind was blown
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| The ritual that
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| We have, to have
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| You bring it just when I won’t
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| And that is really it (huh)
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| Everything you feelin' is yo benefit
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| Yes, every single nibble followed by a kiss
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| Is something, finna make you miss |