Foreplay

There's so many ways
Many ways
Many ways
You can get it

Yeah I'm
On the way
On the way
On the way
On the way
On your exit

I ain't about the games
Bout the games
Bout the games
Bout the games
I'm bout my shit

If you walk away
Walk away
Walk away
Walk away
You'll walk back with a limp

Gone
Baby you gone get this dick
Yeah, Yeah
I want some WAP, no cap, on the road
I'll be strapped, with the gloves 3 to match
Y'een gotta worry bout that
Word?
It's like that? move the mat, come straight to the back
Make an arch Make that ass bounce back

Put my record on replay
Put it in my face
So you into foreplay
Baby say my name
Ain't no tap outs
We go more rounds
From the ceiling to the floor
In the am to the pm
We ain't stopping
Go some more

No Questions
I'm wit it, I'm wit it, I'm wit
Please
I'm wit it, I'm wit it, I'm wit
No Questions
I'm wit it, I'm wit it, I'm wit
I'm wit it, I'm wit it, I'm wit

Aye
Fuck a cup cake bitch
Tiered cakes I'm a baker

I make that sweet love
No pun, Anita Baker

You need a real man
Pussy ain't for the weak

Uncle Clifford rules
Ain't no cryin in the pynk

I can play the drums
And can fuck to any beat

Dance for you baby
I can be your little freak

Yuh

I got appetite
I could eat it right, all night
Head straight
In the books and thighs
I'm scholar

New body
Old me
I don't fuck for free

Hit the cashapp, bitcoin, money me
Please be my only fan
No cameras I'm discrete though

Keep that same energy
Baby when we meet though

You be with the vibes
I can tell you a freak, don't

Want no complications
Only hit me if you single

You can hit my line
Anytime you tryna link tho

Overnight savage slaying dragons
Gotta have it

Put my record on replay
Put it in my face
So you into foreplay
Baby say my name
Ain't no tap outs
We go more rounds
From the ceiling to the floor
In the am to the pm
We ain't stopping
Go some more

No Questions



Credits
Writer(s): Jamal Williams
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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