The manipulation 2 lyrics

by

Wale


I got that better love that no one better love
That hit it and gone tomorrow but this forever love
Lemme mine ya til ur vagina is wet enough
And fill ur mind with pleasant thoughts of champagne by ya tub
Rose petals as u walk. u kno the floor dont need ta see ya
I got that good stroke come be my mona lisa
Ya see them other guys pay they mind to ur 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 cuz im foreva loyal
Lets fall in love lemme put my seed in ya soil
See itd be a honor to create life wit ya
Can i lay right wit ya?
And wake u up wit 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
Ur heart in ur mind for foreva and repeat when we get up?
I ain't even gon front girl i think u is the one
So lets fall asleep with the moon and i will greet u with the sun
*seinfeld skit*
That scurry love, never get married love
I got that f*ck 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 f*ckn sheryl crow these hoes
Have that pus*y like some water hose
And ima need to c*m first yea yall turn be optional
Modify ur posture hoe mothaf*ck a casa no u can't see mi casa
We gon rock at this econolodge
U kno im stickin to that proper code
Strapped up lock and load
Go stiff that condom broke
I ain't no baby father hoe, f*ck that baby father sh*t
I dont respect no brain unless we talkin thats 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 dont care about ur drive unless u talkn ridin di*k
U is jus a groupie b*tch and groupie b*tch i am sick
Sick of women treatin men like that lotto ticket
My sh*t 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....
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