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(PatLacedThat)
What you runnin´ for?
You said you want some dick, what you runnin´ for?
You talkin´ all that shit, what you runnin´ for?

You said you gon´ hop on and do a split, well, what you runnin´ for?

Now come here, come here (I´m comin´)
Come here, come here (I´m comin´)
Come here, come here (I´m comin´)
Come here (Yeah, yeah, yeah), come here (Yeah, yeah, yeah, I´m comin´, Glossy)
Come here

Got some clappers out
Got a bed, but he fuck me on the couch
Like the way I ride his dick, but love the way I ride his mouth
Like fuck what you talkin´ ´bout, bend it over, take you down
Said you never met the neighbors, bet they know your name now

With my yeah-yeah, ask him if he miss it, he like, "Hell yeah"
Pussy grippin´, drippin´, ain´t no slippin´ once he in there
Hands ´round my neck, arch my back and hit my stance
Pussy pricy, but that hood nigga eat it up like food stamps

Now come here, come here (I´m comin´)
Come here, come here (I´m comin´)
Come here, come here (I´m comin´)
Come here (Yeah, yeah, yeah), come here (Yeah, yeah, yeah, I´m comin´)
Come here

I like how she move (Move), she like how I fuck her (Hmm)

Never had shit, so when I pull out, burn rubber (Woo)
Tryna catch my bitch, these niggas funny, Chris Tucker
Ooh shit
He wan´ be me, she wan´ be her, I guess they like our movement
Head, kill it, grip her head
We don´t even fuck on the bed no more, she wan´ fuck on the jet
I don´t even be in the ´Vette no more, we fuck in TRX
And she don´t never wanna stop, we stop, she shake like it´s Tourette´s
And she need sleep when we get dirty, man, gave the bitch my best
I call my bank, what´s in the bank? I told my bank to send a check (Check)

When we fuck, she pull out dreads
Seashell
That pussy wet, seashell
Eat it all, don´t be scared
I turn her cheeks red

Now come here, come here (I´m comin´)
Come here, come here (I´m comin´)
Come here, come here (I´m comin´)
Come here (Yeah, yeah, yeah), come here (Yeah, yeah, yeah, I´m comin´, Glossy)
Come here

Nigga talkin´ ´bout runnin´, who? I ain´t even finna run from the police
All these hoes mad, pissed, bet them hoes wanna be me

Only wearin´ thongs, but he know I´ma always keep shit brief
I mean always keep shit P, thought he had a bad bitch on a leash
She blowin´ my phone, I turn it off ´cause this shit gettin´ annoyin´
You front him a bag, it´s too much water, this shit can´t be normal
Go pick her up, ride through my block, just show her what I´m doin´
Go drop her off, I´m finna go spin, then, baby, I´ll be home

What you runnin´ for?
You said you want some dick, what you runnin´ for?
You talkin´ all that shit, what you runnin´ for?

You said you gon´ hop on and do a split, well, what you runnin´ for?

Now come here, come here (I´m comin´)
Come here, come here (I´m comin´)
Come here, come here (I´m comin´)
Come here (Yeah, yeah, yeah), come here (Yeah, yeah, yeah, I´m comin´)
Come here