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Chris Sails

8 Rounds

 

8 Rounds

(album: Ego - 2019)


Text me at three in the morning
Call me at four if you're horny
About five I'll be parked outside
By six got your legs in the sky
[?] eight rounds
All night, eh
Goddamn, girl, we going in

Don't be believe me, eight rounds
Don't be believe me, eight rounds
Don't be believe me, eight rounds
Don't be believe, yeah, goddamn, girl, we going in

About five I'ma pull up
Big body foreign when I pull up
And you already naked so I know you missed this
Less than a minute you be screaming [?]
Kissing and moaning, turning you on and
Screaming you want it right now
Pussy so warm, got you raining and storming
Girl [?] blow your back off

Call me whenever you need it
Don't matter you know that I'm [?]
'Cause I can't lie, I been feening
For you, for you
Tryna put you in different positions
We been fucking on the bed all the way to the kitchen
Naked body we collabing when you be submissing
And I'll be eating baby 'cause I know it's good nutrition

Text me at three in the morning
Call me at four if you're horny
About five I'll be parked outside
By six got your legs in the sky
[?] eight rounds
All night, eh
Goddamn, girl, we going in

Don't be believe me, eight rounds
Don't be believe me, eight rounds
Don't be believe me, eight rounds
Don't be believe, yeah, goddamn, girl, we going in

I been thinking 'bout you all night
Holding you tight, laying this pipe down
You been sending nudes, girl, what you wanna do?
Girl, I belong to you
'Cause you and me perfect
Both of us deserve it
Biting on your neck [?]
Lay you on the bed, licking and slurping
Girl, I'm 'bout to make you fall in love with me

Trench coats, naked
Back shots, take it
Privacy in this room
'Cause when I'm through
You ain't going nowhere
You turned on and we moved on
We going on and on
[?] sex in the morning
Getting our freak on

Text me at three in the morning
Call me at four if you're horny
About five I'll be parked outside
By six got your legs in the sky
[?] eight rounds
All night, eh
Goddamn, girl, we going in

Don't be believe me, eight rounds
Don't be believe me, eight rounds
Don't be believe me, eight rounds
Don't be believe, yeah, goddamn, girl, we going in

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