versuri the manipulation pt. 2 - wale

Te rog, așteaptă...

“the manipulation pt. 2”

i got that better love that no one better love
that here today and gone tomorrow but this forever love
lemme mind you til your v-g-n- is wet enough
and fill your mind with pleasant thoughts of champagne by ya tub.
rose petals as you walk. you know the floor don’t need ta see ya.
i got that good stroke come be my mona lisa.
ya see them other guys pay they mind to your physical features
and i can admire ya body but ya mind is much deepa
and i found me a keepa
and i found me a winner.
and i found me a queen. what we eatin for dinner?
u know i cook it and clean it and do wateva for ya.
black motha of the earth you kno i forever owe ya
i will never ignore ya cuz i’m foreva loyal
lets fall in love lemme put my seed in ya soil
see it’d be a honor to create life wit ya
can i lay right wit ya?
and wake you up wit light kisses?
goodmorning sunshine see the more i see ya eyes is the more that i admire ya.
whenever you tired i be right there beside the pillow talk and confide
make ya secrets all mine may i sleep between ya thighs and wake up deeply in
ur heart in your mind for foreva and repeat when we get up?
i ain’t even gon front girl i think you is the one
so lets fall asleep with the moon and i will greet you with the sun


that scurry love, never get married love.
i got that f-ck you and make you love me temporary love
i just pick and roll these hoes
i don’t even know these hoes
i cut em first cut em deep i f-ckn sheryl crow these hoes.
have that p-ssy like some water hose.
and i’ma need to c-m first yea yall turn be optional
modify your posture hoe mothaf-ck a casa no you cant see mi casa
we gon rock at this econolodge
u know i’m stickin to that proper code.
strapped up lock and load
go stiff that condom broke.
i ain’t no baby father hoe, f-ck that baby father sh-t.
i don’t respect no brain unless we talkin that saliva spit
hoe i got a lot of bread lot of whips lot of chicks
u can be demolished and be gone without acknowledgement.
this is how it gotta be this is how i gotta live i don’t care about your drive unless you talkn ridin d-ck.
u is just a groupie b-tch and groupie b-tch know i am sick,
i am sick of women treatin men like that lotto ticket
my sh-t ain’t no scratch and win.
u just tryna get over so baby get and get it open get it open get it open get it open….

- versuri wale

versuri aleatorii