The Manipulation 2 Songtext
von Wale
The Manipulation 2 Songtext
I got that better love that no one better love
That hit it and gone tomorrow but this forever love
Lemme mine ya til your vagina is wet enough
And fill your mind with pleasant thoughts of champagne by ya tub.
Rose petals as u walk. u kno the floor don′t need ta see ya.
I got that good stroke come be my mona lisa.
Ya see them other guys pay they mind to your physical features
And I can admire ya body but ya mind is much deepa
And I found me a keepa
And I found me a winner.
And I found me a queen. what we eatin for dinner?
U kno I cook it and clean it and do wateva for ya. Black motha of the earth u kno I forever owe ya
I will never ignore ya cause I'm foreva loyal
Let′s fall in love lemme put my seed in ya soil
See itd be a honor to create life with ya
Can I lay right with ya?
And wake u up with light kisses?
Goodmorning sunshine see the more I see ya eyes is the more that I admire ya.
Whenever u tired I be right there beside the pillow talkin confide
Make ya secrets all mine may I sleep between ya thighs and wake up deeply in
Your heart in your mind for foreva and repeat when we get up?
I ain't even gon front girl I think u is the one
So let's fall asleep with the moon and I will greet u with the sun
That scurry love, never get married love.
I got that fuck u and make u love me temporary love
I jus pick and roll these hoes
Idk even know these hoes
I cut em first cut em deep I fuckn sheryl crow these hoes.
Have that pussy like some water hose.
And I′m a need to cum first yea ya′ll turn be optional
Modify your posture hoe mothafuck a casa no u can't see mi casa
We gon rock at this econolodge
U kno I′m stickin to that proper code.
Strapped up lock and load
Go stiff that condom broke.
I ain't no baby father hoe, fuck that baby father shit.
I don′t respect no brain unless we talkin that's a lot of spit
Hoe I got a lot of bread lot of whips lot of chicks
U can be demolished and be gone without acknowledgement.
This is how it gotta be this how I gotta live I don′t care about your drive unless u talkn ridin dick.
U is jus a groupie bitch and groupie bitch I am sick,
Sick of women treatin men like that lotto ticket
My shit ain't no scratch and win.
U jus tryna get over so baby get over... here and get it open get it open get it open get it open...
That hit it and gone tomorrow but this forever love
Lemme mine ya til your vagina is wet enough
And fill your mind with pleasant thoughts of champagne by ya tub.
Rose petals as u walk. u kno the floor don′t need ta see ya.
I got that good stroke come be my mona lisa.
Ya see them other guys pay they mind to your physical features
And I can admire ya body but ya mind is much deepa
And I found me a keepa
And I found me a winner.
And I found me a queen. what we eatin for dinner?
U kno I cook it and clean it and do wateva for ya. Black motha of the earth u kno I forever owe ya
I will never ignore ya cause I'm foreva loyal
Let′s fall in love lemme put my seed in ya soil
See itd be a honor to create life with ya
Can I lay right with ya?
And wake u up with light kisses?
Goodmorning sunshine see the more I see ya eyes is the more that I admire ya.
Whenever u tired I be right there beside the pillow talkin confide
Make ya secrets all mine may I sleep between ya thighs and wake up deeply in
Your heart in your mind for foreva and repeat when we get up?
I ain't even gon front girl I think u is the one
So let's fall asleep with the moon and I will greet u with the sun
That scurry love, never get married love.
I got that fuck u and make u love me temporary love
I jus pick and roll these hoes
Idk even know these hoes
I cut em first cut em deep I fuckn sheryl crow these hoes.
Have that pussy like some water hose.
And I′m a need to cum first yea ya′ll turn be optional
Modify your posture hoe mothafuck a casa no u can't see mi casa
We gon rock at this econolodge
U kno I′m stickin to that proper code.
Strapped up lock and load
Go stiff that condom broke.
I ain't no baby father hoe, fuck that baby father shit.
I don′t respect no brain unless we talkin that's a lot of spit
Hoe I got a lot of bread lot of whips lot of chicks
U can be demolished and be gone without acknowledgement.
This is how it gotta be this how I gotta live I don′t care about your drive unless u talkn ridin dick.
U is jus a groupie bitch and groupie bitch I am sick,
Sick of women treatin men like that lotto ticket
My shit ain't no scratch and win.
U jus tryna get over so baby get over... here and get it open get it open get it open get it open...
Writer(s): Craig Balmoris, Julian Nixon, Olubowale Akintimehin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com