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[Verse 1: Logic]
Yeah, alright, yo
A couple days ago
I met the illest latina
Her demeanor was unexplainable
You shoulda seen her
Thick thighs, nice ass
Body like an hourglass
Didnât hesitate to break a brother
Next second she passed
I was like, âWhatâs up?â
To which she replied
âHow you doinâ?â
I said de nada momma
But your beauty Iâm persuinâ
And I said Iâm about to win the lottery
She asks âHow?â
I said, âYour seven digits right nowâ
And made her smile
Now we conversing
And she feelinâ my style
I can tell by the way she talkinâ
That she down to go the mile
Had a couple drinks
Now we headed back to her place
The shade of red from her lipstick all over my face
Iâm tryinâ to hit, split it
Baby girl you gonna let me get it?
She said, âHold up ok, I donât get down like thatâ
I said I know beautiful girl
But I get down like that
So let me heat it up, heat it up
Go crazy and beat it up
âDamn papi, how you even know I like it rough?â
The way you was feelinâ on me
When kissing revealed enough
I wanna scratch you, provoke you
Bite you, choke you
But just a little, bite your legs
Dick up in the middle
âHold up, wait a second
Nigga, you gotta condom?â
Come on beautiful girl of course Iâve got protection
I stay with Magnums and I ainât talkinâ Smith and Wesson
I keep undressinâ
Girl Iâm about to teach you a lesson
After I hit it she says
âBobby I have a confession
I think I love you!â
I said â What the fuck?â
Thinkinâ to myself
Damn, I shoulda never cut
Kissed her on the cheek
Hit the lights, then she fell asleep
So I snuck out the bathroom window on the creep, like
(The next day, the next day, the next day, the next day, yo
The next day, the next day, the next)
[Verse 2: Logic]
Yeah, yeah, yo
Now Iâm out the door
Downtown is where Iâm about to go
Got a meeting with my boy Chris
About a dope show
So I hail a cab, jump in
But so does some girl
Beautiful, pretty eyes
With luxurious curls
I said âNo fairâ
She smiled and said
â Why donât we share?â
What a success
Lookinâ at her chest
Thinkinâ if her breasts was a test
She would fail
Fresh tip nails
Type of ass make a brother
Train of thought derail
As we converse
I could tell that she feelinâ my style
Get the pussy wet
Thatâs the mission
As long as she listen to my words
Feelinâ on the curves
Only lips Iâm thinkinâ bout kissinâ is hers
I can barely fight the urge
Only thing that matter right now
Is these two verbs
Iâm talkinâ me and you
So fine, Iâd think Iâd start seeing you
Her body was a work of art
Like Hieroglyphics
Too much detail to go into specifics
Iâm digginâ shorty
Like an archeologist
Tryinâ a bone
Searchinâ for a queen to take the throne
The type of girl to love
And call her my own
[Verse 3: Logic]
Iâm just a bachelor (bachelor)
Looking for a bachelorette
Baby, maybe you can persuade me
To give you love
You couldnât imagine yet
Kiss you on the neck
Then I sedate the pussy like a vet
Got the shorty rollinâ like a movie set
Take her to the Rio
Iâm not talking about G-burg
Iâm talking De Janeiro
Spend deñero like its reverb
Expansion
Couple kids running round the mansion
Day dreaminâ
Getting ahead of my self
Advancinâ
But, come on.. girl
Now come on give me love
I know we just met but
Romance is like a drug
You know we go together
Like sympathy and hugs
So I write this girl
A symphony
And tell her that I love
Her everything
Girl I love your everything
You know I love your everything
I said I love your everything
Yeah, love your everything
Girl, I love your everything
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