Get It On (II)
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Press record, know you like that shit
Even, though you woke know you like that shit
I got, heat strokes hop and ride my shit
I got, green code don't you stop rock it
Rock-a-by baby, put your hips on it
Don't want your heart baby, just put your lips on it, hmm-hmm
Hit it till the rubber skirt in that womb
Pussy, so good that skirt is a tomb
Watch me, dives in like I'm in the Olympics
There's no saving thereafter
I said fuck you then I did so I meant it
There's no staying here after
Sit it on my lap, wood follow through
If you didn't have a man, would follow through
But I, guess for now let's relieve all this tension
Then it's back to your soul mate for some cappin'
All my ladies get it on
Get it on
All my ladies get it on
Get it on
Even though you pop it for the night
Make sure you drop-drop, drop
All my ladies get it on
Get it on
All my ladies get it on
Get it on
All my ladies get it on
Get it on
Even though you pop it for the night
Make sure you drop-drop, drop
All my ladies get it on
Get it on
Sushi ties no strings, keep it cordless
Pussy tight wide still, keep it formless
Gucci spot, lick G's and you know this
Who taught you it feel
We let the moonlight come through, deep into the slowness
You like a star knee deep in this showbiz
Fill up her guts deep into the throat and
I beat it up to kill
Tooth pick on my mouth and shit
(Tooth pick on my mouth and shit)
Let's go
She sent nudes hoping that I'm in the mood
I ain't reply but it's, stuck on my mind now we
Making arrangements
She said she likes it rough now we, getting the banging
Home alone scream your lungs out and grasp for good air
Vitamin D all I give is good care
Mommy light skinned didn't say I want it fairer
But if you got a man it ain't fair
Got me thinking 'bout all of that pain I felt when they got Z
But fuck that play the game
Take aim, bust a but next one, no time
Niggas going through hell tryna save all these dimes
Saving for promotion nothing else relevant
Maybe as time pass I'll become a better man
Maybe as a veteran I'm going off the edge
Like it's, 3G I repeat I'm off edge
Press record, know you like that shit
Even, though you woke know you like that shit
I got, heat strokes hop and ride my shit
I got, green code don't you stop rock it
Rock-a-by baby, put your hips on it
Don't want your heart baby, just put your lips on it, hmm-hmm
Hit it till the rubber skirt in that womb
Pussy, so good that skirt is a tomb
Watch me, dives in like I'm in the Olympics
There's no saving thereafter
I said fuck you then I did so I meant it
There's no staying here after
Sit it on my lap, wood follow through
If you didn't have a man, would follow through
But I, guess for now let's relieve all this tension
Then it's back to your soul mate for some cappin'
All my ladies get it on
Get it on
All my ladies get it on
Get it on
Even though you pop it for the night
Make sure you drop-drop, drop
All my ladies get it on
Get it on
All my ladies get it on
Get it on
All my ladies get it on
Get it on
Even though you pop it for the night
Make sure you drop-drop, drop
All my ladies get it on
Get it on
Sushi ties no strings, keep it cordless
Pussy tight wide still, keep it formless
Gucci spot, lick G's and you know this
Who taught you it feel
We let the moonlight come through, deep into the slowness
You like a star knee deep in this showbiz
Fill up her guts deep into the throat and
I beat it up to kill
Tooth pick on my mouth and shit
(Tooth pick on my mouth and shit)
Let's go
She sent nudes hoping that I'm in the mood
I ain't reply but it's, stuck on my mind now we
Making arrangements
She said she likes it rough now we, getting the banging
Home alone scream your lungs out and grasp for good air
Vitamin D all I give is good care
Mommy light skinned didn't say I want it fairer
But if you got a man it ain't fair
Got me thinking 'bout all of that pain I felt when they got Z
But fuck that play the game
Take aim, bust a but next one, no time
Niggas going through hell tryna save all these dimes
Saving for promotion nothing else relevant
Maybe as time pass I'll become a better man
Maybe as a veteran I'm going off the edge
Like it's, 3G I repeat I'm off edge
Credits
Writer(s): Tshepiso Mohlophegi
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