Lady, you remind me of my raps on that Relapse shit 'Cause you got an ass thick as them accents Two asscheek implants, call that an asset 'Cause you could set a glass on it, it's massive From the first time I saw you, I actually said to myself "I gotta meet her like a taxi" Exactly, love affair in the backseat Sorry if I'm being graphic, but I'm stiff as a statue You sat on a shelf, I feel like I'm a bust Maybe I'm just ahead of myself Let me slow down, slow your Camaro I'm tryna catch up, I'm tryna jump your bones to the marrow Got me under your control and your spell Wanna wrap you up, put you in a bow like an arrow Grab you by the (meow!) hope it's not a problem, in fact About the only thing I agree on with Donald is that So when I put this palm on your cat Don't snap, it's supposed to be grabbed Why do you think they call it a snatch? I just wanna climb in the sack I'mma keep it a hundred, like my speedometer's at I'm watching you rap, I'm the dude following back About six cars back, I'm in the 'lac And I want to (uh)
All day, all day, all night You ask, I stay the night With you, you say you're fire Me too, you're burning up I'm running-
All day, all night You feel, my heat (fire) Feel, feel, feel, feel, feel, my heat
Hate to inconvenience you at the convenience store But them jeans you wore, like I've never seen before I pretend I work there, while I clean the floor Checking you out, like the clerk, while he rings you up Pull up behind you, when you're leaving And you don't even know it (ayo, Rick, man) She's brushing her hair, adjusting her mirror She's rapping my shit, but she wasn't aware I was there, or maybe she was and just didn't care Who knows? At least that ain't up in the air It's something to see But just like a girl who thinks her coochie doesn't stink If she ain't planning to do shit, this summer's eve Maybe she wants to keep me company But fuck the Pepé Le Pew shit "Ain't stepping to you bitch," I say to myself Plus she's bumping my music, ain't chasing no tail Like a skunk in heat I could sweat her, to some degree But fuck it, I'm the male, let her come to me Let her come to me, male sweater, some degree, fail Fuck it, pull up beside her Sideswipe her, Dodge Vipe-her What is a [?] Asked if she wants a computer lodged in her vagina Said my dick is an apple She said, "put it inside her" I said-
All day, all day, all night You ask, I stay the night With you, you say you're fire Me too, you're burning up I'm running-
All day, all night You feel, my heat (fire) Feel, feel, feel, feel, feel, my heat
Black out, come to, hands covered in blood Motherfucking gloves and a shovel stuck in the mud I just bodied the beat, so that hoe must've been dug 'Cause it just died like "ooh, food coloring, duh!" So let's get turnt, like a shish kebab, twist it, Ma Like an air-conditioning knob We be great together Don't care if it takes forever If I gotta wait, I guess it's better late than never You felt my heat, rubbing off on you I love your personality Come on, little mama, you're hot enough to melt Rick's beat Come jump in the water, I bet you get your self esteem From your persona With an ass to match, girl, your body is lit You're striking, I'm a gas Girl, you're just gonna have to put the mother chumps on the back burner You got buns, I got Asperger's Just let me rest my head in between that set of Ds While I shred Mcs like cheddar cheese That's just the thoroughbred in me, ain't a better breed My dog thinks so, too, look at my pedigree Ma, the world is what I think of you I think you're divine, so I might swing on you I'm just kidding girl, I wouldn't lift a finger or two Unless it's the middle one, to finger you
All day, all day, all night You ask, I stay the night With you, you say you're fire Me too, you're burning up I'm running-
Feel, feel, feel, feel, feel, my heat
On the ones and twos, threes and four in (the morning) Rick's in the cut like Neosporin (what?) He's mixing it up for me and Lauren A teddy like short for Theodore We're outtie, five thousand Who the fuck? It's my big dick So everybody get ready right-fucking-now
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Compositor: EminemPublicado em 2017ECAD verificado fonograma #14506438 em 13/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM