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When me and my shorty step up in this spot You niggas gon' clear out the way Ain't too much to say Better watch how you look at my bae For her I don't play, it's just black & white, I don't do greys We made 100 shades When I first get inside it, she's always amazed 10 reasons you keep coming back and my dick is bout 9/10 of the reasons My dick change your mood like the seasons if you leaving you committed treason I put 20 bands on who ever come last, so I'mma keep fucking you til' completion Baby I'm a heathen, so I'll keep fucking you til depletion There's 30 more different positions I'll put you in That's 40 in each, I'll cook you in 50 shades, she made it pop like the cork is in Give me 60 more seconds, I'm back again 70 minutes of doggy, don't tap again Got her hooked like the 80's when crack was in That's 90 plus minutes of fucking we back again Can't believe after that you said we was friends 100 shades, you and I just got straight to the lovin' Ain't no fusin' just rustlin' and tusslin' When I stick it, she's huffin' and puffin' She looked back and said "damn you ain't bluffin'" After that, I ain't hear her say nothin' I look over, it look like she cummin' So I improvise and put my thumb in And she say I'm cummin And she get to runnin' When me and my shorty step up in this spot You niggas gon' clear out the way Ain't too much to say Better watch how you look at my bae For her I don't play, it's just black & white, I don't do greys We made 100 shades When I first get inside it she's always amazed Your friends are like a 1 through 5 Them bitch's always lying, tryna claim they dimes They're like a quarter of a bitch that's mine So them hoes better stop, better save their time I got 35 bitch's that look better in my mind on a scale, they ain't finna get a mothafuckin' 9 45 degree angle, when she reading through the lines Acting innocent on purpose So you can keep playing my mind We on the 55th shade, so I'm switching the topic I fuck her so good, I don't need electronics 65 seconds, her head is atomic I think my bitch one of a kind, she's exotic 75 minutes with me can get chronic 85 shots, I think we alcoholics 95 missing calls on my phone, she's where I'm is But we stay on the low, cause we moving in private When me and my shorty step up in this spot You niggas gon' clear out the way Ain't too much to say Better watch how you look at my bae For her I don't play, it's just black & white, I don't do greys We made 100 shades, When I first get inside it she's always amazed
Writer(s): Jordache Morgan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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