I been waiting on you to make the call
Last time that we talked, we didn’t get to talk
We forget our feelings off the alcohol
We fuck like nothing’s wrong
We stay on a high, we always meant to fall
Siamese with your body, we inseparable
We forget our feelings off the alcohol
We fuck like nothing’s wrong
Don’t let that spill
Double cup, Styrofoam grip, that shit for real
If I split it up with you, you promise to hold your end of the deal?
I gotta beat it up you pop that shit like a perky thirty pill
We in H town, that means you gotta ride that shit like a whip
You know my daddy was a pimp
So you leaving my place with a limp
Arch, arch, arch that back, make it bend
Hit, hitting that shit, leave a dent
Sex all in the air, leaving scents
Put in work, like you tryna pay rent
You said the last was the last time, this the fifth time, when I’ve seen you since
I been waiting on you to make the call
Last time that we talked, we didn’t get to talk
We forget our feelings off the alcohol
We fuck like nothing’s wrong
We stay on a high, we always meant to fall
Siamese with your body, we inseparable
We forget our feelings off the alcohol
We fuck like nothing’s wrong
I been waiting on you to make the call
Last time that we talked, we didn’t get to talk
We forget our feelings off the alcohol
We fuck like nothing’s wrong
We stay on a high, we always meant to fall
Siamese with your body, we inseparable
We forget our feelings off the alcohol
We fuck like nothing’s wrong
Other lyrics by DJ Snake:
Bam Bam
Well, a which young gyal have the [?] When I come ah dancehall, wi love a [?] Whole a dem yah young girls staying true to it And mi dun know di truth, it’s nothing …
Bring The House Down
Bring the house down (down, down, down, down) Bring the house down (down, down, down, down) Bring the house down Bring the house down Bring the house down Bring—, bring …
Company
Come closer All these pretty girlies but I want you Come over Girl, I know you’re ready for something new Controller. It’s an after-party up in my room Get …
In The Dark
Ooh, ooh Ooh In the parking lot in your homie’s drop top Just a couple blocks from where we grew up All the summer nights we were ridin’ blind Going way too …
KIKI2000
[Repeat and ad-libs:] Vem qui- vem, qui- vem, qui- vem, quicando Vem qui- vem, qui- vem, qui- vem, quicando Com Yuri Hawaiano