Met her in Toronto, said that she's a model For that Fenty, baby, go ahead and pop some
Bottles She said her name was Keila , love the way she shaped uh
She got that ass up in them jeans, I'm tryna
Make that pussy weak
She rides non-stop I can't even find the words, don't stop
We lickin' and stickin', we switchin' positions My crazy tongue flickin', we cover the hickeys
I'm calling yo phone just to come and come get it
You know I do you right Girl, let me tell you the truth
I can't stop thinkin' bout you Pussy so good, I feel so rude
I didn't include my tongue on you So I won't stop and wait
I'll use your pussy as my private plate Put my hands around your waist
Girl, I like the way you gyrate Put my hands around your neck and slowly circulate
Put my hands out on that cleat and my fingers like to vibrate
Take me to your place Take me to L.A
Take me to your Come on your chin, you come to your senses
Girl, I love how you lick it Come and lick on it, sit on it
Baby, you know that it's hitting
No, it's hitting, it's hittinf It's hitting , hitting
I can't wait till you come through And do what you do
I can't wait till you come through And do what you do
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Met her in Toronto, said that she's a model For that Fenty, baby, go ahead and pop some
Bottles She said her name was Keila , love the way she shaped uh
She got that ass up in them jeans, I'm tryna
Make that pussy weak
She rides non-stop I can't even find the words, don't stop
We lickin' and stickin', we switchin' positions My crazy tongue flickin', we cover the hickeys
I'm calling yo phone just to come and come get it
You know I do you right Girl, let me tell you the truth
I can't stop thinkin' bout you Pussy so good, I feel so rude
I didn't include my tongue on you So I won't stop and wait
I'll use your pussy as my private plate Put my hands around your waist
Girl, I like the way you gyrate Put my hands around your neck and slowly circulate
Put my hands out on that cleat and my fingers like to vibrate
Take me to your place Take me to L.A
Take me to your Come on your chin, you come to your senses
Girl, I love how you lick it Come and lick on it, sit on it
Baby, you know that it's hitting
No, it's hitting, it's hittinf It's hitting , hitting
I can't wait till you come through And do what you do
I can't wait till you come through And do what you do
Bottles She said her name was Keila , love the way she shaped uh
She got that ass up in them jeans, I'm tryna
Make that pussy weak
She rides non-stop I can't even find the words, don't stop
We lickin' and stickin', we switchin' positions My crazy tongue flickin', we cover the hickeys
I'm calling yo phone just to come and come get it
You know I do you right Girl, let me tell you the truth
I can't stop thinkin' bout you Pussy so good, I feel so rude
I didn't include my tongue on you So I won't stop and wait
I'll use your pussy as my private plate Put my hands around your waist
Girl, I like the way you gyrate Put my hands around your neck and slowly circulate
Put my hands out on that cleat and my fingers like to vibrate
Take me to your place Take me to L.A
Take me to your Come on your chin, you come to your senses
Girl, I love how you lick it Come and lick on it, sit on it
Baby, you know that it's hitting
No, it's hitting, it's hittinf It's hitting , hitting
I can't wait till you come through And do what you do
I can't wait till you come through And do what you do
Writer: Tyler Williams
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