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Yeah Ooh, ooh Yeah, radio killer That late night nigga I like... the way she drop that ass like no tomorrow I like... the way she in here tastin' like gelato I like... the fact that she don't do this shit for follows I like... every mothafuckin' night, I fuck a model She like... the Phantoms when they pull up to the opera She like... standin' on the couches bustin' open bottles She like... the fact that I don't do this shit for follows She like... the way we makin' love like no tomorrow She like... bein' on that tour bus Sometimes it's the two of us, sometimes it's a few of us Shawty, she like... (Ayy) fuckin' in that mansion Holdin' dick for ransom, all of that and then some Baby, we like... (Ayy) She out of Heaven, but show up with a pitchfork (Yeah) On the dick, off the dick, jump on the bitch like the pole vault Her booty so soft, favorite rapper Rick Ross On the left, Santa Claus, three words, take it off I like... the way she drop that ass like no tomorrow SongtexteI like... the way she in here tastin' like gelato I like... the fact that she don't do this shit for follows I like... every mothafuckin' night, I fuck a model I like... Wait for it She like... the Phantoms when they pull up to the opera She like... standin' on the couches bustin' open bottles She like... the fact that I don't do this shit for follows She like... the way we makin' love like no tomorrow She like... All I wanna do is give you head, give you head Every time I see you, want a sip, want a sip Every time I see you, we ascend, we ascend Straight up through the ceilin', I'm just sayin', I'm just sayin' Sex on the beach, shawty sand, shawty sand "Don't you cum before me," she keep sayin', she keep sayin' Girl, it's nothin' to a G, cum again, cum again Just watch where you skeet, I'm just playin', I'm just playin' She like... bein' on that tour bus Sometimes it's the two of us, sometimes it's a few of us Shawty, she like... (Ayy) fuckin' in that mansion Holdin' dick for ransom, all of that and then some Shawty, she like... The way I sweat her hair up (Way I sweat her hair up) Forget 'bout all the shit she care about (Forget 'bout all the shit she care about) We be puttin' hours in (We be puttin' hours in) We be gettin' ours in I like... I like... I like... I like... And she like... She like... Shawty, she like... She like... I'm the Odysseus Nigga, I'm Odysseus I'm the opus I'm the greatest I'm the GOAT-est Opus I'm the oldest Nigga, I'm the greatest I'm the GOAT-est Bitch nigga, I'm the coldest Aus Songtexte Mania