Sneaky Link

Yeah
I tell a bitch don't come up in here on no weak shit
I want bitches getting naked like its freaknik
She got a man but she gon' fuck me on the weekend
I'll keep your secret baby you don't gotta pretend
No you ain't gotta pretend
Pour the rosé up and let it sink in
You ain't gotta say it girl I know just what you thinking
You want me to kiss all on your back while I go deep in
You gon' put your head back while you swallow all the
Oh
Girl you nasty and I know you are
Nasty and I know you are
And I don't ever gotta tell you cause you know your part
And if that nigga find out it might tear his soul apart
Cause we be fucking like it's no tomorrow
Told you pull up yesterday
You had fronted on the link
Girl you got some debts to pay
I don't want apologies i'm grown I want some head today
Girl that pussy knock me out
That ass got some heavyweight
Like Muhammad Ali
Baby all you gotta do is call and I'll leave
I know he be checking through your caller id
So we text in secret codes
But you know what I mean
Yeah
Every time you pull up
It be hard to pull out
Girl you got some good brain
And it come with good mouth
Fucking in your momma crib we messing up her good couch
Heard your man just talk tough
Tell that boy to chill out
We don't really talk at all
Bitch we like to drill out
Hit him up
Then we spin out
She put it back in when it slip out
Like show me what that dick 'bout

I won't tell nobody bout my sneaky link
Drunk up in the telly we do anything
Ask her what she want she tell me everything
You could get it all except a wedding ring baby oh
I won't tell nobody bout the things we do
Strictly confidential it's just me and you
I ain't worried bout nobody seeing you
Baby I just wanna see the freak in you



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Writer(s): Lesean Armstrong
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