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(Dassi you so crazy) Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah (J Done Ran It Up) Damn daddy, you're the truth (the truth) I'm so fucked up bout you (you) You so raw, that's how I'm fuckin' you (huh) Tryna make another you Ooh you, just my speed (just my speed) Tryna make yo face my seat (my seat) You real and you love you some me (some me) Baby you a different breed No lie, daddy you're the goat (goat) Know I ain't ya first, but I'm last for sure (last for sure) Don't know who you had before But that hoe ain't getting you back, oh no (no, no) Tryna lock in with you and go ghost Don't know how you did it, but baby I'm sold (baby I'm sold) You the one that I love the most With a face like that, I gotta ride it slow Slow, slow, slow, slow Eye contact, arch that back and Roll, roll, roll, roll Letras de cancionesThis shit hit like crack with a face that match I'm cold, cold, cold, cold I'm on you bad, oh woah Don't know how we got in this situation (situation) But baby, you're my favorite (favorite) We locked in, no one can fuck up our arrangement (uh-huh) I'm intoxicated, but I mean what I'm sayin' (sayin') But me and you got something I, I can't explain it (explain it, oh woah) Damn daddy, I'm in love (I'm in love) How the last bitch give you up? (give you up) And it ain't even 'bout how you fuck It's the way we vibe when it's just us And boy, I know, I got me one When you met me, you know you won And only we can fuck this up Hit them niggas back, tell 'em you put up (put up) 'Cause I just wanna be in your skin (skin) Can't just go around when you're the shit, so lit (lit, yeah) Steady I'm finna keep riding while you cummin' I'ma show you everytime that we fuckin' All the reasons I'm high I'ma start off- Slow, slow, slow, slow (oh woah) Eye contact, arch that back and Roll, roll, roll, roll (uh-huh, oh woah) This shit hit like crack with a face that match I'm cold, cold, cold, cold (cold, oh woah) I'm on you bad, oh woah (oh woah) Don't know how we got in this situation (yeah, yeah) But baby, you're my favorite (you're my fav) We locked in, no one can fuck up our arrangement (fuck up our arrangement) I'm intoxicated, but I mean what I'm sayin' But me and you got something I, I can't explain it (I can't explain it) In this situation, baby, you're my favorite No one can fuck up our arrangement I'm intoxicated, but I mean what I'm sayin' Oh woah From Letras Mania