[Apocalipps] First things first, me Lipps, I like chicks that's ruthless Deuces, that wear tight jeans and sip quarter juices Those the ones I like, cuz they don't want nathan Just slurpees and hot dogs from Nathan's Mami, I ain't got no time to be wasting I got to be home by nine, and you telling me be patient? Meet me at the train station, and watch me pull up In something that'll make your friends think I'm amazing You so hot, you make me wanna blast a fan Especially when you turn around you got a ass like Pam And breasts like Fox, word, son, her breast type prop You know a down ass broad, one of them chicks that rock But we got, a secret relationship It's so good, I had to go down and taste that shhh The way my, lips vibrate, your lips so tight I be like, brrrrr, brrrrrr bam Know how we freak off, just follow my lead She eat me like a watermelon, but she swallow the seeds I love the tricks you do with your mouth, what if we get caught We get caught, ma? I'm getting kicked out the house But is it worth it?
[Chorus: Apocalipps] See I'm supposed to be with wifey, but I'm chilling here with you And everytime she close her eyes, I keep on sliding off with you See I'm supposed to be with wifey, but I'm lying here with you And everytime she turns her back, I keep on sliding off with you
[Apocalipps] Yo, living dangerously, is what my friends tell me But if they cut your nose off, you still'll smell me Aight, here's the rules, never call my house Try to keep this to yourself, yeah, control your mouth Cuz this can't get back to my spouse, she won't cut me off She'll probably cut off my johnson, ouch Don't pop up, don't try to play real shifty And don't, suck my neck, cuz we don't play them hickeys Oh, try not to scratch up my back like a hawk And everytime my cell phone ring, yeah, don't talk Cuz your my undercover lover, I make you scream under the covers Or do it in the rain, with no umbrella Plus, I need you girl, I please you girl And you never try to get me to leave my girl And this type of stuff happens all the time Everybody have affairs, man, I'm trying to tell you about mines Now where my background?
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[Apocalipps] So what's it gonna be? You and me, I'm trynna creep out Real sweet and twist you out in the v All night, we gon' be chilling for real, I play with your coochie With my right, while my left hands on the wheel As bad as it seem and, I beat her back for adding Then ate her dessert, you know it taste like peaches & cream Thinking bout that, almost made me crash with the Beam She got the bonkest, ass busting out of her jeans I wanna, love you down, like I, love my pound There's 69 ways just to make your love come down I can't get too attached, that's bad, you so bad I got dudes stalking me trynna get near yo ass But umm, we all gotta take a fall, boo I guess I see you next week, damn, right, I'mma call you
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