Slidin

(album: Obeah Child - 2016)

To Bass be the glory

Eight to the bottom, eight to the top, wavy
Mobbing, fuck it [?] for ya
Bass for your hips, pop in it and lock
[?], blow it, all goddamn night
I got bitches, that's my business
As my witness, I need two to keep my dick
I pull up on 'em with the shits
Mess around and catch a body fucking with this chick
Wait, I know you got niggas tryna fuck you
Wait, I know that your nigga he don't trust you
Wait, to be honest I would keep you close too
But I'm not your nigga, I just want you, aye
You are now rocking with the coldest, yuh
Pour it up and sip on this slow shit
Purple keep a motherfucker focused, yuh
That molly keep her pretty legs open, yeah

I just want a lil bad bitch on my mattress
I might move a lil fast baby, but we'll get past it
Acting up like it's too big for you, so dramatic
Roll me a blunt of that gas, I don't smoke no babbage
Hold on, wait

Do not put a label on the ting baby, yeah
Take my [?] and got no name baby, yeah
You already know the gang supreme baby, yeah
Turn the pussy to a [?] fiend baby, yeah
Got to hold it on me like five yards back
But my other niggas don't know what to do with that
She the type to like a little pain with it, wait
Mess around and put my whole name on a bitch