Tap That

Hey, you right there, bring your fine ass over here
Come on and let a nigga tap that
Let me tap that

I gotta keep my cool, moulin rouge
Come fuck with French
You know how I move in a room full of boats
Gotta move fast
Get the cash, see the dime lookin good pass
Get a wine glass, with your fine ass
Flashy, classy with her nasty
Thick ass, hair long, baby's some hair wrong
Big tips, I don't trip, I take trips
G five in the air, baby mind blown
Face down, ass up, let me climb on it
A life's short, take advantage of that
Though and take your shoes and your pants off

Let a nigga tap that
Come on and let a nigga tap that
Stop playin and let a nigga tap that
I know you wanna let a nigga tap that

Look, nothin to talk about
Soon as she sit at coup two think we out
Holla at a friend like, "Bitch, be out."
Fore we hit the toke got my dick in her mouth
Hah, that's how it's supposed to go
When your necklace glow, he's supposed to know
Before she even get in the car she lettin freakin me eatin when we creep on a star
She know she in a mist with a real g, that's why she don't touch, you feel me?
Keep real me, really, let that lights down
Tell me gettin kitty by the real in the swastika
I'm like girlfriend, girlfriend, we could leave here make your girlfriends girlfriends
I got my cheese with me and I brought my girlfriend
Never find a better nigga you ain't gotta sweat a nigga

Just let a nigga tap that
Come on and let a nigga tap that
Stop playin and let a nigga tap that
I know you wanna let a nigga tap that



Credits
Writer(s): Aubrey Graham, Anthony Norris, Harry Casey, Luther Campbell, William Roberts, Dwayne Carter, Karim Kharbouch, Richard Finch
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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