Waistline Don't you let it go Wanna say you like When i grind up on you like Put it in rotation Grinding on you like this Grinding on you like this If i grinding on you like this I might just bring you back to my crib
You grab my waist Even in the dark, i could see your face And you lick your lips [?] Baby, don't you start Got me on the floor Bout to leave this club You can tell my friends i'll be at your door
Yeah, can i dance on you Baby do you mind if i dance on you No pants on you In that tight skirt Slow it down, working that [?] If i don't get your number that might hurt Asscheeks under that white shirt Spend the night, night Then the day, day on the dick Twerk, twerk in the day, day on the dick Rotate, spinnin like a bay blade on the dick Cuckoo for the cocoa puffs, grinding on the dick Sitting on your lap with your face on the [?] Champagne on my brain You can tell i've had a sip Then it's off to the bartender Boy you know you got my word Juicy when i drop that ass You gon' have to hold my purse Baby can i calm them nerves I don't care i saw you first You ain't gotta dance all up on them girls They got curves, i like hers Dance for the club one time No [?] Make it rotate when the [?] Wrist on cold with a ass on [?] Dance on that nigga till the end of the world, uh
Waistline Don't you let it go Wanna say you like When i grind up on you like Put it in rotation (put it in rotation) Grinding on you like this If i keep grinding on you like this Might just bring you back to my crib Yeah, grinding on you like this (like this) Grinding on you like this If i keep grinding on you like this I might just bring you back to my crib Grinding on you like this (like this) Grinding on you like this If i keep grinding on you like this I might just bring you back to my crib, uh
Baby [?] Girls comin out like mardi gras Hurts when you grab them naughty parts Shoulda brought with me some [?] Cuz i'm all in my heels You all in your feels The party feel dead We probably gon' dip Uber wrong way And you ain't got wheels We both just pop pills If you got no plans If you got no hoes and i got no mans [?] let's skip the whole dance We ain't gotta rush this sacred time Like a hourglass grab that waistline Waistline Don't you let it go Wanna say you like When i grind up on you like If i keep grinding on you like this Might just bring you back to my crib Yeah, grinding on you like this (like this) Grinding on you like this If i keep grinding on you like this I might just bring you back to my crib Grinding on you like this (like this) Grinding on you like this If i keep grinding on you like this I might just bring you back to my crib, uhTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
