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I ain't here for no conversation
I ain't really tryna talk
Can't a nigga be honest baby
(I just wanna fuck)
I just came here to fuck

Shawty take of them heels and your shirt
And that skirt and them panties right now
(I just wanna fuck
I just wanna)

Baby step into my room, show me love
And get served like tennis right now

If y wanna come and get served right now
Then you know it's goddamn guaranteed to go down
I'm going down, you're going down, it's going down sure
Baby girl sit down right now
Give you five seconds, one, two, three, four

I'mma turn your ass around right now
Now you're screaming good Lord
Got you smoking on the loud
Knock you down
Fuck you like you never been befor

I could fuck you all the time
Girl I'm glad you're mine

I ain't here for no conversation
I ain't really tryna talk
Can't a nigga be honest baby
(I just wanna fuck)
I just came here to fuck

Shawty take of them heels and your shirt
And that skirt and them panties right now
(I just wanna fuck
I just wanna)

Baby step into my room, show me love
And get served like tennis right now

If y wanna come and get served right now
Then you know it's goddamn guaranteed to go down
Hell yeah, I'mma say it, go and show me what you working with
Give a fuck about the man that you rolling with
Think it's 'bout damn time that you done with him
How you get so bad, we all wonderin'
Lil mama look hotter than the summer is
I ain't gonna say lies like the other did
Baby girl I'mma keep it one hundred

Get me on, I'mma, I'mma call you later
And the saint laurent's looking alligator
And maybe that's why she want an elevator
Elevate your life, elevate your life
Girl you know I wouldn't wanna wife ya
Girl I wouldn't wanna make you spiteful
Girl I wouldn't wanna mix your life up, mix your life up

Yeah I was tryna get her to my bed
But we ain't make it out the kitchen
I was cooking and I burned the bacon, damn
Pussy got a nigga slippin', yeah
Got your body going deep, breast stroke, back stroke

Girl I'm swimming right now
(I just wanna fuck)
Got her singing like me, when she moan
Let's make a song, and we're jamming right now

I could fuck you all the time
Girl I'm glad you're mine

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