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London Lorin Lewis
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Young London
Oh, you know
Oh, oh, oh, oh
See I've been thinking about you for a long time
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Now I finally got you where I need ya
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh so you wanna play
Ooh, she asked me, do I wanna come and stick ah
Give me a minute, I just pulled up to yo city ah
Once I hit it, don't you put me in yo mentions
Ah, she ain't trippin, she just really wanna lick it
Ah, I'm like hell, yeah
Ooh, I be like hell, yeah
I'm like hell, yeah
Ooh, I be like hell, yeah
I'm like hell, yeah
Ooh, I be like hell, yeah
I'm like hell, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
When you hit up my phone, you know that I'm pullin' up on you, yeah
Girl, you know what I'm on, I really wanna hear you moanin, yeah
Girl, I know that you likin' that freaky shit
Got you grippin' the sheets when I'm beatin' it
I'm like hell, yeah
Let me inside
I'm on my way, hey
Girl, I ain't come here to play
Girl, I came to drop dick, and you know what it is
Since you makin' that bed, then that's where you gon' lay
Girl, we can fuck till the mornin' ah
Baby, when I nut, where you want it, oh ah
Baby, won't you tell me, is it good enough
I know that you like it ruff
Seems like you're ready
Oh waah
Seems like you're ready
To give yourself to me, me
Fulfill your destiny, ne
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Ooh, she asked me, do I wanna come and stick ah
Give me a minute, I just pulled up to yo city ah
Once I hit it, don't you put me in yo mentions
Ah, she ain't trippin, she just really wanna lick it
Ah, I'm like hell, yeah
Ooh, I be like hell, yeah
I'm like hell, yeah
Ooh, I be like hell, yeah
I'm like hell, yeah
Ooh, I be like hell, yeah
I'm like hell, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
The way that you running, you must be a track star
But you be lovin' when I beat your back hard
This ain't no ordinary dis exotic
Baby, just let me elevate your body
Put yo legs in the air, for the eagle
I'm stating my property, I'm Beanie Sigel, yeah
Don't run your mouth to social media
Cause I'ma have to cut you off
But I don't wanna cut you off
I just wanna get you off, yeah, yeah
Lay here, let me feed that cat
I just wanna stuff you up, yeah, yeah
Knock that pussy, out like I'm Ali
Girl, eat this dick off this body
You should of never tried me
Now I got you crazy
Seems like you're ready
Oh waah
Seems like you're ready
To give yourself to me, me
Fulfill your destiny, ne
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Ooh, she asked me, do I wanna come and stick ah
Give me a minute, I just pulled up to yo city ah
Once I hit it, don't you put me in yo mentions
Ah, she ain't trippin, she just really wanna lick it
Ah, I'm like hell, yeah
Ooh, I be like hell, yeah
I'm like hell, yeah
Ooh, I be like hell, yeah
I'm like hell, yeah
Ooh, I be like hell, yeah
I'm like hell, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You know that I'm pullin' up on you, yeah
I really wanna hear you moanin, yeah
And baby, when I nut where you want it
Good enough, I know that you like it ruff
I'm on my way, hey
Girl, I ain't come here to play
I just wanna stuff you up, yeah, yeah
Track star, back hard
Elevate, yo body
Seems like you're ready
Oh waah
Seems like you're ready
To give yourself to me, me
Fulfill your destiny, ne
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Written by: London Lorin Lewis
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