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I'm just sittin' in the studio just tryna get to you, babyBut your body like the Cali Kush your pussy I just gotta blaze itTo tell the truth, wish it was you in this booth that I could play withSo I'm just sittin' in the studio just tryna get to you, babyGirl I call Balenciaga, made it just for you, babyKnow you like that coco, oh the purse came with the shoes, babyLick you from your neck down to your toes, how that pussy tasting?Kiss you anywhere you want to the song, while the record playingGirl I'm just sitting in the studioThinking 'bout that booty thoughAnd I'm just switching up positions while you making all kinda facesGot you tripping, caught you slippingNow you tripping all down the basementSo I'm just sittin' in the studio just tryna get to you, babyYou need a real nigga don't itwho gon' hit it 'till the morningI'ma put the mic up to your mouth, I need some vocals on itBaby girl, we about to make loveOn this floor, right now, now, now, now(Baby we're) all up in the studioHit record right now, now, now, nowBaby, I'm about to buss, no gunplay150 On the one-waySongtexteBaby, tryna go to work like MondayBout your body like a SundayBaby I'm caught up in the moment, see IRaw dog, I done thought about it a couple timesAss up when the shit go downGot her bussin' like a pistol nowI'm just sittin' in the studio just tryna get to you, babyBut your body like the Cali Kush your pussy I just gotta blaze itTo tell the truth, wish it was you in this booth that I could play withSo I'm just sittin' in the studio just tryna get to you, baby Aus Songtexte Mania