Movin' On Up (Coco's Song, Love Beats Rhymes)
de Azealia Banks
Let me get it 2014 top
My girl like Beyoncé, me too
Driver roll up the partition please
Blind your rear view mirrors with the end of my sleeves
This shit thats on my wrist you probably wouldn't believe
Every symbol of success levels you couldn't achieve
Driver roll up the partition please
she's looking and she's starting to breathe
Cause my arm grab my
And now she's starting to sweeze
She drop to her knees for fillin' my needs
She's swallowing my seed, she's ready to go
Partition is up, the curtains is closed
Mommy nice... she play for the pros
She gag from a throat while she breathe through her nose
She's starting to choke, she curl in
Look how she tryin take it all down come much close
I'm waiting for four seconds and then... minute
Ain't no love good enough to give while I'm
Tell' em B
Driver roll up the partition please
Driver roll up the partition please
Azealia, Banks
Stress never, the sex better the sex wetter
Check cheddarer, etcetera etcta
Bet bet ya could get severed and left deaded
Slept slept and I crypt crept in the s-seven
These niggas be puffin they piff in the public
They diggin-they lustin'
The feminine struttin' she hittin that button
I dip in the function
I'm prissy, I'm pumpin'
The tit & the rump
And I'm flippin' em dumpin em
Trickin' em trumpin' em
But if these niggas wanna spend they cheese
Tell em hit up little miss AZ
Very heavy headed, dick take heed
Ima flip out if a bitch play me
Driver roll up the partition please
Driver roll up the partition please
I don't need you seeing 'Yonce on her knees'
Took 45 minutes to get all dressed up
We ain't even gonna make it to this club
Now my mascara running
Red lipstick smudged
Oh he so horny, yeah he want to fuck
He popped all my buttons, and he ripped my blouse
He Monica Lewinsky-ed all on my gown
Oh there daddy, daddy didn't bring the towel
Oh baby baby we betta slow it down
Took 45 minutes to get all dressed up
We ain't even gonna make it to this club
Take all of me
I just wanna be the girl you like
Girl you like
The kind of girl you like, girl you like
Take all of me
I just wanna be the girl you like
Girl you like
The kinda girl you like
Is right here with me
Driver roll up the partition fast
Driver roll up the partition fast
Over there I swear I saw them cameras flash
Handprints and footprints on my glass
Handprints and good grips all on my ass
Private show with the music blasting
He like to call me Peaches
When we get this nasty
Red wine drip, we'll talk that trash
Chauffeur eavesdropping trying not to crash
Oh there daddy, daddy now you ripped my fur
Oh baby baby be sweating out my hair
Took 45 minutes to get all dressed up
We ain't even gonna make it to this club
Take all of me
I just wanna be the girl you like
Girl you like
The kind of girl you like, girl you like
Take all of me
I just wanna be the girl you like
Girl you like
The kinda girl you like
Is right here with me
Hello
Est-ce que tu aimes le sexe?
Le sexe, je veux dire l'activité physique, le coït, tu aimes ça?
Tu ne t'intéresses pas au sexe?
Les hommes pensent que les féministes détestent le sexe
Mais c'est une activité
Très stimulante et naturelle que les femmes adorent
Take all of me
I just wanna be the girl you like
Girl you like
The kind of girl you like, girl you like
Take all of me
I just wanna be the girl you like
Girl you like
The kinda girl you like
Is right here with me
Hello
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