WITH IT

Ya bitch hit me up like what's up with it
Said you ain't enough said I must hit it
All up in her guts yes I does Dig it
Said your paper stuck ain't enough digits

Thinking in my mind, that she ain't mine, When I be in her spine
Putting down that win, Come from behind, That's how we spend our time
Bump and grind, Slump till shine,Porcupine her hair intwined with mine
See the sign when inside, This a vibe that I can recognize
Love and lust, In disguise, Just trust if she diss her guys
The way I come slip and slide, On my wave take dip and dive
She lick it right, Grip it tight, Fuck it we never fight
I'm up in her belly, Don't hit my celly phone for the night
Now I'm barely home in the night Afternoon delight
Cause after you my mood is right
She tell me dudes ain't do it right
But why compare or care for spite
Baby I'm the type to excite
Like the candle light you like
While I Handle you with my might
Hang with you through the night
Despite fools thinking we ain't right
It's you and I who living life
Sitting high while we fly this kite
And never see me uptight
She tell me I'm her type
Cold as a cup a ice
Control the cut no knife
I hit it more then twice
Like on the track I'll rap it right
And I ain't pack light
I'm bout to break her back in tight

Ya bitch hit me up like what's up with it
Said you ain't enough said I must hit it
All up in her guts yes I does Dig it
Said your paper stuck ain't enough digits

You be slump at three
She want come and see
She want cum a sea



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Writer(s): Justin Singh
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