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Maths Time Joy
Maths Time Joy
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Que Hampton
Que Hampton
Composer
Tim Worthington
Tim Worthington
Composer

Lyrics

I like a woman with her mental on the swivel I Cu, tryna copper math divide a couple of nuggets Out of the stash on the table periodically She says yo babe I like the smell of it we getting high Aroma in the room, SESS and sex. Imma roam her till her Back arched, Angel like, yes I leave it blessed She says I really hope I don't lose you to checks Cause truthfully life without you is achromic The light just don't get in. The sun don't set And to me she's like the moon. Brighten up my Nights when my minds off said, girl I hurt you so Much she said I ain't lost yet. Good that I can forgive Hope I can forget, no drive my head detached so I would forfeit, but girl I want the truth no Lies just more of this. I need you in my life those Thighs provoke sex, but sometimes I just Wanna see you frequently so, let me push your buttons till i find your frequency yo
Writer(s): Timothy James Worthington, Que Hampton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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