Take It Slow

We about to take it slow
We about to take it slow
Let me slide ya panties down, I'll do it real slow
Take you to your daddy's house and let his ass know
That we about to take it slow
That we about to take it slow
Let me slide ya panties down, I'll do it real slow
Take you to your daddy's house and let his ass know

That we about to take it slow
That we about to take it slow
That we about to take it slow
That we about to take it slow

Hey, hold up a second, hey, hold up second, hold it, bae
I like you for your pussy, personality, you perfect
I might need to tell to my friends that I been fuckin' with you now
I might need to tell the world that you is all I think about
You all that's on my mind, you all I'm ever dreaming of
The Mystic Mac is sprung, and that boy don't believe in love
You took me to your friend's house, and she ain't like my attitude?
Well, fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em, they don't know you like I know I do

We about to take it slow
We about to take it slow
Let me slide ya panties down, I'll do it real slow
Take you to your daddy's house and let his ass know
That we about to take it slow
That we about to take it slow
Let me slide ya panties down, I'll do it real slow
Take you to your daddy's house and let his ass know (ayy, ayy)

We about to take it slow
Last call, fucked up, got a scarf on the scar
Went too fast but we are where we are
Girl so bad, get her off in the car, 'cause she worth that
Little boys give a fuck, but she heard that
Bad little thing, but he ask if she work that
Had a fight last night, give my shirt back
Fly black coat, fuck it, dip from the first class

Scums are findin' my house
Got a Tumblr model and a couple bottles
Wanna see her take off that blouse
Let it fall like Gollum 'cause I know she got 'em
I could write a novel about how she lookin' flawless
And you know, regardless, I'ma get her off on that couch
I'ma give her fucked and I'm loud
Nobody know me like you do, I'm crushing

And nobody know you like I do
You could just come over and listen to Vinyl
We don't need a title to know what it is
Buy you that Michael, that Prada, that Louis, that Gucci
If that's what you wanted, you know that you got it
You know I be busy, and know I be working
Know I be grindin', I'll never be stoppin'



Credits
Writer(s): Bob Moulds, Michael Ballew
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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