Cavalry
She wants to do me
Take the flicks out, make a movie
Oh my God, her booty
Makes a nigga wanna get groovy
She wants to do me
Take the flicks out, make a movie
Oh my God, her booty
Makes a nigga wanna get groovy
Take off your clothes, get rocked
Loving the bubble, the ting nun stop
Pull out the camera, the ass gon pop
Shake it and watch the ting go drop
Stroking on the beat, speakers knock
Outchea doing the headboard bop
I gotta lick it before she hit block
Mental picture I keep on lock
You knew bout my past ways
Let me tear it up backstage, give you a hit
Echoes of your moans in the BatCave
Vibrate the whole damn place, yelling and shit
Leader of the pack
When I blaze up, my squad on attack
Ain't that supposed to be like that in a crisis?
In my element, I carry many surprises
Call it whatchu wanna but I'm smooth
Birds flock together when I step in the room
You wanna battle the guy, small fry?
Bars straight trash, tell him nice try
Said he up next and we don't know why
Living clean but in a bed of lies
Bring out your best, they just died
Now you trapped and you can't get by
She wants to do me
Take the flicks out, make a movie
Oh my God, her booty
Makes a nigga wanna get groovy
She wants to do me
Take the flicks out, make a movie
Oh my God, her booty
Makes a nigga wanna get groovy
Come here, bae, me wanna play
Shake up the cheeks, get slayed
5'2, light too, I'm amazed
You got the legs for days...
Bring out the cavalry
Never turn down, whatchu have for me?
Your friends love me too, so wait and see
How the outcome turn out, come fuck with the P
Ay, I ain't got time to waste
Club closing in a minute, let's find a space
Or maybe we can dip, your or my place
Found you a seat, on my face
Maybe it's the freak in me
That you bringing out of the G
Call your kitty a divine prophecy
Fulfilled with skill, rock me please
She wants to do me
Take the flicks out, make a movie
Oh my God, her booty
Makes a nigga wanna get groovy
She wants to do me
Take the flicks out, make a movie
Oh my God, her booty
Makes a nigga wanna get groovy
Take the flicks out, make a movie
Oh my God, her booty
Makes a nigga wanna get groovy
She wants to do me
Take the flicks out, make a movie
Oh my God, her booty
Makes a nigga wanna get groovy
Take off your clothes, get rocked
Loving the bubble, the ting nun stop
Pull out the camera, the ass gon pop
Shake it and watch the ting go drop
Stroking on the beat, speakers knock
Outchea doing the headboard bop
I gotta lick it before she hit block
Mental picture I keep on lock
You knew bout my past ways
Let me tear it up backstage, give you a hit
Echoes of your moans in the BatCave
Vibrate the whole damn place, yelling and shit
Leader of the pack
When I blaze up, my squad on attack
Ain't that supposed to be like that in a crisis?
In my element, I carry many surprises
Call it whatchu wanna but I'm smooth
Birds flock together when I step in the room
You wanna battle the guy, small fry?
Bars straight trash, tell him nice try
Said he up next and we don't know why
Living clean but in a bed of lies
Bring out your best, they just died
Now you trapped and you can't get by
She wants to do me
Take the flicks out, make a movie
Oh my God, her booty
Makes a nigga wanna get groovy
She wants to do me
Take the flicks out, make a movie
Oh my God, her booty
Makes a nigga wanna get groovy
Come here, bae, me wanna play
Shake up the cheeks, get slayed
5'2, light too, I'm amazed
You got the legs for days...
Bring out the cavalry
Never turn down, whatchu have for me?
Your friends love me too, so wait and see
How the outcome turn out, come fuck with the P
Ay, I ain't got time to waste
Club closing in a minute, let's find a space
Or maybe we can dip, your or my place
Found you a seat, on my face
Maybe it's the freak in me
That you bringing out of the G
Call your kitty a divine prophecy
Fulfilled with skill, rock me please
She wants to do me
Take the flicks out, make a movie
Oh my God, her booty
Makes a nigga wanna get groovy
She wants to do me
Take the flicks out, make a movie
Oh my God, her booty
Makes a nigga wanna get groovy
Credits
Writer(s): Tabias Conner
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