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Cotton candy fingertips Drink my lips I'ma slip inside those hips Ease your grip, yeah Been waitin', where have you been hidin'? I'm feelin' like I never had it But now I got you wrapped around me Go actin' like a savage Baby, I owe you rounds You know I'm gon' put it down, oh, oh Sugar sweat on your skin Taste your spice on my tongue Pickin' rose petals in Anisa, France (Uh) Pink peacocks roamin' at the mansion Makin' love with the cherry on top Five place, ice cubes and the Scotch (Uh) Great sex, can I take you to your apex? (Yes) Mornin' slow strokes, got you runnin' late (Yes, haha) What if we have 'em? You can still in debt Because we know the world is not a single set Oh, show first, new trench coats How I got her wet on a big boat? I get it ten bags at a time (At a time) Letras de cancionesI'm the richest and I did it off of rhyme (Woo) No longer affiliated with these rap squads One of one amongst rap gods White gloves, oh, they hittin' full of gunk farts (Huh) Soft sex, first time with a mob boss Pull up in a Rolls Royce, new chariot Heavenly angles, John Legend's an angel This the moment, since we all needed the clarity They wanna change you, all they do is contain you Baby, I owe you rounds You know I'm gon' put it down, oh, oh Ayy, ooh, ah, yeah Baby, I-I-I owe you rounds Ooh, I-I-I'm gon' put it down, baby Baby, I owe you rounds You know I'm gon' put it down, oh, oh Cotton candy fingertips Drink my lips I'ma slip inside those hips Ease your grip, yeah From Letras Mania