Guy I can't get rid of at my place
Maybe we should just do it at your place, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Tried to tell him lick it, he not like you
So why bother showin' hom what I do? Yeah, yeah, yeah
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Pick up the pace
Just ride 'cause it's not a race
You said that you like a chase
I do not chase
I'll leave that shit to what's bad for me, luckily, you are the face
I never taste
And I know that you like to taste
That's how I know you have taste
Yeah, yeah, mm, mm, mm
You said my side is beside myself
But that's where I'm at, yeah, yeah
If you can't show me what's good tonight
Then what's good with someone else?
I try to forget
How your hands feel (My heart)
How your hands feel (And it's all, it's all bad, it's all bad)
How your hands feel (My heart)
How your hands feel (And it's all, it's all bad, it's all bad)
'Cause he can't do it like that
Guy I can't get rid of in my face
He know what he like but I don't waste, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeha, yeah)
He love to tell a bitch what he be on
'Til I say a face what I be on, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Pick up the pace
Just ride 'cause it's not a race
He said that it's not the case
Shit, what's the case?
Don't like my way
Best use your words 'cause if you don't then you'll be replaced
Nothin' to say?
Okay, then back to my way
And I'm on my way to his place
Luckily, he likes the taste and I like someone with his taste, yeah, yeah
You said my side is beside myself
But that's where I'm at, yeah, yeah (Oh)
If you can't show me what's good tonight
Then what's good with someone else?
I try to forget
How your hands feel (My heart)
How your hands feel (And it's all, it's all bad, it's all bad)
How your hands feel (My heart)
How your hands feel (And it's all, it's all bad, it's all bad)
'Cause he can't do it like that (My heart)
Oh, 'cause he can't do it like that (My heart)
(My heart)
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