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Girl you make me wanna, beat it up, eat it up, beat it up
Eat it up, beat it up, eat it beat it up, beat it up
Girl you make me wanna, beat it up, eat it up, beat it up
Eat it up, beat it up, eat it up, beat it up
Girl you make me wanna, beat it up, eat it up, beat it up
Eat it up, beat it up, eat it up, beat it up
Girl you make me wanna, beat it up, eat it up, beat it up
Eat it up, beat it up, eat it up beat it up
Bend it over girl you know I like to hit it from the back
Hm! Girl you know I like it nasty
Now can you spread it for me while I lick you from the root up to the two
Die you'll run it for my **** like a track beat and
I'm the type of **** that'll bite you on the ass cheeks
Hit smack it every time that you walk pass me
And like we playing catch baby then throw it back at me
Yeah, I'm a work you out like I've been training like an athlete
Don't try to make you squirt
And now the pussy tripping on a **** gripping on me
Girl I'm trying to hear your moan
Treat the pussy like it's dinner
Girl I'm trying to have you flipping by the **** tripping on me
When I don't answer my phone
Now can you put it in the air for a ****
Your face all in the pillow while I'm stroking with my thumb all in your booty
The way I give you rounds have you buzzing just like a noozie
I'm digging in your coochie it feel like a jacuzzi
I'm trying to make a movie and baby you the star
Second round was in the crib but we started in the car
We need a wet floor sign and we gonna need a mop
Girl that pussy so good you can sell it in a jar
Girl that pussy so good you can give it as a gift
On a major holiday and that **** won't trip
If you ride me like a Uber I'ma give you as a lift
I'ma make the pussy water like I'm trying to get a sip
Girl you make me wanna, beat it up, eat it up, beat it up
Eat it up, beat it up, eat it beat it up, beat it up
Girl you make me wanna, beat it up, eat it up, beat it up
Eat it up, beat it up, eat it up, beat it up
Girl you make me wanna, beat it up, eat it up, beat it up
Eat it up, beat it up, eat it up, beat it up
Girl you make me wanna, beat it up, eat it up, beat it up
Eat it up, beat it up, eat it up beat it up
Girl you make me wanna
As we collide a question arise
Who pussy is this?
Without hesitation a second thought you moan
It's yours
Piercing through lust filled ears
While existing sexually on parallel planes
But a question still remains
Outside of this bed, what do we have?
Written by: Aj Berg, Byron Brown
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