Mister Moet

I love the way she sounds
When I pick up the phone
I love the way she look
When I walk in her home

I love the way her hips move
When she get excited
I love the way she girates
When I get inside it

Take them pants down girl
Let me see you shake it
Grabbin on my waistband
Tommy girl embrace it

Feelin on them hip bones
I'm getting slick
Girl lets make some flicks
It could be our secret

Sad boy living like I got none
Moet in my wrist cut
Champagne poured for everyone

4 11 but she stand tall
We'll be crying in the halls
Thinkin bout the life we got

Why don't you come round no more
I feel so alone
Walking through the halls
Alone in my own home

When can I expect your call
I'm waiting by the phone
You're all I want

Sad boy living like I got none
Moet in my wrist cut
Champagne poured for everyone

4 11 but she stand tall
We'll be crying in the halls
Thinkin bout the life we got



Credits
Writer(s): Skavo
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