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They want it now and fast Grabbin' and smackin' ass You gotta make it last What? (Fuck me) Oh, oh, oh, say it (Make love to me) Oh, oh, oh, say it Got these bitches hatin' on you, but it don't offend you You my number one, just know that you got no contenders You keep that pussy so clean when I be goin' in I'd spend my life in your box, don't need no codefendant Go 'head, cut these niggas off like they have no existence They can't go the distance, I'm oh-for-oh for instance Fuck the gym, let me pull up and give that stroke of fitness She a five-star shawty, still down to go for Denny's Down to go for Wendy's McDonald's chicken fries, thickest thighs Seen it in her eyes, shawty know I know I seen her Netflix and chill, and we can go to dinner My schedule busy, but for you, girl, I'll make no agenda You got no contenders You kept it hot for me all in my cold Decembers No pretendin' Don't be trippin' on these niggas that you lovin' on You gon' fuck 'em, treat 'em like you don't remember Ooh, I need to have it 'til the day you gone Letras de cancionesThat's from January to December Whatever you want More than happy to provide it Wet like Poseidon Whatever you want (Yeah) Oh, shawty, don't you deny it It feel like we flyin' Whatever you want (You want, you want) You know I can provide it Pullin' up to Story after Mr. Jones (Oh) Only thing I care about is who gon' get you home My cigar full of this weed so I can switch the tone We stumble to my house drunk, is anybody home? Words slurrin' and my vision blown, different zone Room spinnin', I don't know Unzip my pants and get to blowin', you so nasty Then what's up with me? You stayed up tonight to fuck with me Mmh, lucky me Gucci panties, sit that pussy on some double G's Fifty pairs of those'll only cost a couple G's, yeah Just give me something to work with Something with purpose First time that we fucked, girl, you was nervous Moanin' 'fore I even started touchin' the surface Whatever you want Whatever you want, hah Whatever you want if you that quiet, shit She want it now and fast Grabbin' and smackin' ass, make it last Beat me to the finish, wave the checkered flag Toe tag, left the pussy on a deathbed Been milkin' the game since I was breastfed Long enough to know that women with lisps give the best head But not with braces Your pussy talking's the only conversation, yap, yap Grab her hair, pull her track back Got somethin' to prove Not from Houston but I got somethin' to screw at all times She said it's all mine All dimes, y'all fuck with nickels I be in them guts, pokin' them sides until it tickles Squeeze the Charmin on her soft ass No, I don't pay 'em to come, I pay 'em to go, ho No credit, all cash (Ching) Be slidin' up and use a worthful transaction And then just hop up off my dick with no attachments Usin' prophylactics (Hah) Safe to say this song is whatever you want But it's limited to this penis and a blunt Holler at me, Luda Whatever you want (You want) More than happy to provide it Wet like Poseidon Whatever you want (Yeah) Oh, shawty, don't you deny it It feel like we flyin' Whatever you want (Ooh, it's whatever you want) You know I can provide it (I can provide it) Ooh, yeah, yeah I'm 'bout to throw some game They both one and the same Cupid's the one to blame Say it (Whatever you need) I'm 'bout to shed some light 'Cause each and every night You gotta do it right (Right) (Whatever you want) I'm 'bout to throw some game They both one and the same Cupid's the one to blame, say it Aight, I'ma holler at you, yo Yo, what up? What's poppin'? Yo, you still with Leah? Shit, nah, it's crazy, she just left out the car and shit You hit? Nigga, of course I hit, nigga, come now, man, it's me Hahaha, wazzup? Wazzup? Wazzup? Wazzup? Hahaha Nigga stupid, bruh, yo, all jokes asides What the fuck did I call this nigga for again? Oh yeah You sure, you sure Leah and Jalissa ain't friends? Oh, for sure They don't even fuck with each other like that She was in the car talkin' 'bout it and shit Yeah, aight Well, yo, look Nigga, we was up in the barbershop the other day (Uh-huh) Smokin' blunts, drinkin' liquor (Yeah) Shootin' dice, talkin' shit Aight, my nigga, I get it What, like what you tryna tell me, bro? What's good? Well, yo, my mans was tellin' me, bro Jalissa? She up to some shit And the first thing she gon' try to do is Nyce, get off this damn phone (Fuck) I told you I had to use the phone, you up here bumpin' your gums Hang up this phone Ayy, yo, man, you know moms wildin' and shit Man, you know what I'm sayin', it's all good (I know, I feel you) I'ma holler at you later, bruh Aight, my nigga From Letras Mania