No Foreplay
Yea
Love is here and love is gone
I love to see your ass shake
Hotel rooms, starlight moons
I dump these hoes like ashtrays
808's, velvet ropes
Lit up like a lamp shade
Ruby wine and backwoods blunts
I fuck her fuck the foreplay
Yea
I fuck her fuck the foreplay
I fuck her fuck the foreplay yea
I fuck her fuck the foreplay
Check, uh
Yea
We not rich off cocaine
But I think it's dope I play for hoes
Like Coltrane
My Bitch is thick like rope chains
I whip that whip in both lanes
Crack window
Smell that propane
Should prolly get a heater
It's a cold game
It's crazy how these roles changed
These niggas act like women
With dyed hair & French tips
They switching
They should get two for flinching
Said my diction
Is indicative of how she like her niggas
Aggressive, straight to the point
And while before you finish
I said Bitch I'm a joint
Don't ever get me twisted
I came down from high
To get your thighs extended
Know my track record extensive
It intensifies intention
Bcuz word on the street
In these sheets I am a killer
Now these blunts are filled with killa
Svn sound like Dilla
I love her pink she killa
My drink is not tequila
Love is here and love is gone
I love to see your ass shake
Hotel rooms, starlight moons
I dump these hoes like ashtrays
808's, velvet ropes
Lit up like a lamp shade
Ruby wine backwoods blunts
I fuck her fuck the foreplay
Yea
I fuck her fuck the foreplay
I fuck her fuck the foreplay
Yea
I fuck her fuck the foreplay
Yea
Bounce that ass for a Nigga like me, I'm skinny but the dick is Mighty
Bring you to the crib show you how I live bring the cameras now A nigga Spike Lee
No foreplay, maybe for a little but that's OK
I rather get aroused and take them panties down then beat that pussy up no OJ
Bring a couple friends that's four way
I need umbrellas, all these freaky bitches make me get wetter
The Kush that I blow make it feel better
The scene that I see the tea for the winter
Finna
Fuck you til you shake
Fuck you and your bae
If your bae has a bae fuck it tell her don't be late!
Bcuz it's okay
We off in the middle of a snow day
Tangle yo legs. Ball In yo bed this kinda reminds me of a rope or string
But less complicated
Hol up
I'm so fucking faded, pour up
Happy belated, oh what?
It ain't eem ya birthday, couldn't
Tell wit all that cake!
Taking off to da rocket ship
Throw dat ass then I caught the shit
Threw me for a loop, I lost my grip
Pull it out and while I light this spliff
Hold up
Yeah
Un you already know that! One question for you
Polaroid or Kodak whoah der!
Love is here and love is gone
I love to see your ass shake
Hotel rooms, starlight moons
I dump these hoes like ashtrays
808's, velvet ropes
Lit up like a lamp shade
Ruby wine backwoods blunts
I fuck her fuck the foreplay
Yea
I fuck her fuck the foreplay
I fuck her fuck the foreplay yea
I fuck her fuck the foreplay
Yea
Love is here and love is gone
I love to see your ass shake
Hotel rooms, starlight moons
I dump these hoes like ashtrays
808's, velvet ropes
Lit up like a lamp shade
Ruby wine and backwoods blunts
I fuck her fuck the foreplay
Yea
I fuck her fuck the foreplay
I fuck her fuck the foreplay yea
I fuck her fuck the foreplay
Check, uh
Yea
We not rich off cocaine
But I think it's dope I play for hoes
Like Coltrane
My Bitch is thick like rope chains
I whip that whip in both lanes
Crack window
Smell that propane
Should prolly get a heater
It's a cold game
It's crazy how these roles changed
These niggas act like women
With dyed hair & French tips
They switching
They should get two for flinching
Said my diction
Is indicative of how she like her niggas
Aggressive, straight to the point
And while before you finish
I said Bitch I'm a joint
Don't ever get me twisted
I came down from high
To get your thighs extended
Know my track record extensive
It intensifies intention
Bcuz word on the street
In these sheets I am a killer
Now these blunts are filled with killa
Svn sound like Dilla
I love her pink she killa
My drink is not tequila
Love is here and love is gone
I love to see your ass shake
Hotel rooms, starlight moons
I dump these hoes like ashtrays
808's, velvet ropes
Lit up like a lamp shade
Ruby wine backwoods blunts
I fuck her fuck the foreplay
Yea
I fuck her fuck the foreplay
I fuck her fuck the foreplay
Yea
I fuck her fuck the foreplay
Yea
Bounce that ass for a Nigga like me, I'm skinny but the dick is Mighty
Bring you to the crib show you how I live bring the cameras now A nigga Spike Lee
No foreplay, maybe for a little but that's OK
I rather get aroused and take them panties down then beat that pussy up no OJ
Bring a couple friends that's four way
I need umbrellas, all these freaky bitches make me get wetter
The Kush that I blow make it feel better
The scene that I see the tea for the winter
Finna
Fuck you til you shake
Fuck you and your bae
If your bae has a bae fuck it tell her don't be late!
Bcuz it's okay
We off in the middle of a snow day
Tangle yo legs. Ball In yo bed this kinda reminds me of a rope or string
But less complicated
Hol up
I'm so fucking faded, pour up
Happy belated, oh what?
It ain't eem ya birthday, couldn't
Tell wit all that cake!
Taking off to da rocket ship
Throw dat ass then I caught the shit
Threw me for a loop, I lost my grip
Pull it out and while I light this spliff
Hold up
Yeah
Un you already know that! One question for you
Polaroid or Kodak whoah der!
Love is here and love is gone
I love to see your ass shake
Hotel rooms, starlight moons
I dump these hoes like ashtrays
808's, velvet ropes
Lit up like a lamp shade
Ruby wine backwoods blunts
I fuck her fuck the foreplay
Yea
I fuck her fuck the foreplay
I fuck her fuck the foreplay yea
I fuck her fuck the foreplay
Yea
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Writer(s): Matthew Brown
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