Busta Rhymes
Partition
Let me give you the 2014 talkMy girl like Beyoncé, me tooThis what me and her be doing in the back of the Maybach when we're listening to BeyoncéListenDriver, roll up the partition, pleaseBlind your rearview mirrors with the end of my sleevesThe shit that's on my wrist, you probably wouldn't believeEvery symbol of success levels you couldn't achieveDriver, roll up the partition, pleaseI'm alarmed at how she's looking, and she's starting to breatheMove my arm and grab my john and now she's starting to squeezeShe dropped it with me, fulfilling my needShe swallowed my seeds, she's ready to go (let's go)Partition is up, the curtains is closed (okay)Mommy nice with it like she play for the pros (that's right)She gag from her throat, while she breathe through her nose (oh shit)She starting to choke, she curling her toesLook how she trying to take it all downCome out your clothes (that's right)I waited for a second and I thought for a minuteAin't no loving good enough to give her while I'm up in it (tell 'em B)Driver, roll up the partition, pleaseDriver, roll up the partition, pleaseSongtexte(Azelia!)(Banks)Stress never, the sex better, the sex wetterCheck cheddarer, etcetera etcetaBet bet you could get severed and left deadedSlept slept and I crypt crept in the s-sevenThese niggas be puffing, they piff in the publicThey digging, they lusting, the feminine strutting, she hitting that buttonI dip in the function, I’m prissy, I’m pumping, the tit and the rumpAnd I’m flipping 'em, dumping 'em, tricking em trumping emBut if these niggas wanna spend they cheeseTell em hit up little miss AZVery heavy-headed, dick take heedI'm-a flip out if a bitch play me!Driver, roll up the partition, pleaseDriver, roll up the partition, pleaseI don't need you seeing 'yonce on her kneesTook 45 minutes to get all dressed upWe ain't even gonna make it to this clubNow my mascara running, red lipstick smudgedOh he so horny, he want to uhHe bucked all my buttons, he ripped my blouseHe Monica Lewinski all on my gownOh there daddy, d-daddy didn't bring the towelOh baby, b-baby I slow it downTook 45 minutes to get all dressed upNo we ain't even gonna make it to this clubTake all of meI just wanna be the girl you like, girl you likeThe kind of girl you like, girl you likeTake all of meI just wanna be the girl you like, girl you likeThe kinda girl you likeIs right here with meRight here with meRight here with meRight here with meRight here with meDriver roll up the partition fastDriver roll up the partition fastOver there I swear I saw them cameras flashHandprints and footprints on my glassHandprints and good grips all on myPrivate show with the music blastingHe like to call me Peaches when we get this nastyRed wine drip, talk that trashChauffer eavesdropping trying not to crashOh there daddy, d-daddy now you ripped my furOh baby, b-baby be sweatin' on my hairTook 45 minutes to get all dressed upAnd we ain't even gonna make it to this clubTake all of meI just wanna be the girl you like, girl you likeThe kind of girl you like, girl you likeTake all of meI just wanna be the girl you like, girl you likeThe kinda girl you likeIs right here with meRight here with meRight here with meRight here with meRight here with me(Hello!)Est-ce que tu aimes le sexe?Le sexe, je veux dire, l' activité physiqueLe coïte, tu aimes ça?Tu ne t’intéresses pas au sexe?Les hommes pensent que les féministe détestent le sexeMais c'est une activité très stimulante et naturelleQue les femmes adoreTake all of meI just wanna be the girl you like, girl you likeThe kind of girl you like, girl you likeTake all of meI just wanna be the girl you like, girl you likeThe kinda girl you likeIs right here with meRight here with meRight here with meRight here with meRight here with me(Hello!)
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