Fantasies

Yeah Ima give her what she ask for (yeah huh)
Giver her what she asks for

Can I lick you down
In the morning
I turn off my phone your body's calling
I'm home alone
Please come over
Got the sphuzo we ain't fucking if we sober
Oh your body's pretty nasty
We started touching in the back seat
Foreplay to the bed and now I'm gripping on her ass checks
She ain't even gotta ask me
Beat it up it's a thrashing
She and even gotta ask me
Beat it up it's a thrashing yeah
You's a pretty little thing and you know it
Why you even got a man you always lonely
Told her come and ride this thing like a pony
We only met but baby girl it's like you know me

Ima give her what she ask for
(Give her what she ask for)
Uh huh, ooh yeah, uh huh
Ima give her what she ask for (give her what she ask for)
Ooh yeah ooh yeah
Ima give her what she ask for
Ima give her what she ask for
(Give her what she ask for)
Uh huh, ooh yeah, uh huh

Boom boom
All you hear up in my room
Fat ass on a bitch and I got the had kinda view
Hop in my spaceship baby boo
She loving the ride it's looking like a coupe
And I got some wine chillin' in the boot
Baby this whole thing is for you
Do what I do and there's nothing I can't
I hit the pussy and go get the bag
I get the finest everybody sad
I feel like the greatest everybody mad
It ain't even bad I'm living my life
Couple of sjangas that stay by my side
I got the homies and they're down to ride
Girl I'll give it to you if you ask me nice

Ima give her what she ask for
(Give her what she ask for)
Uh huh, ooh yeah, uh huh
Ima give her what she ask for (give her what she ask for)
Ooh yeah ooh yeah
Ima give her what she ask for
Ima give her what she ask for
(Give her what she ask for)
Uh huh, ooh yeah, uh huh



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Writer(s): Mokgale Puwane
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