Souls of Mischief - 4th Floor Freaks Lyrics

Repeated: your shape be... (opio) I got my eyes on you Visor’s cool Ass be vast it’s private school Imagination pornographic Memory is photographic why don’t you Turn around Bend over so I can snag ya Polariods It’s your camera You’s a freak That don’t matter You can be yourself as ya Spread ’em hold ’em squeeze ’em lick ’em Heart rate quicken Salami stiffen Never caught me slippin’ I get all up in ’em bras I’m rippin’ all these girls are gettin’ tossed Gettin’ lost In a frenzy it’s all flimsy (-ex on remy? ) Genuinely melo-drab Killer crabs Recipe for mischief When I hit it Standin’ up in the doorway Skip the foreplay Fuck what the landlord say I’m straight shake rattle rollin’ you controllin’ your shake. (a-plus) If it was up to plus Every girl would be voluptuous With some d double cups Yeah them double cups they wonderful Say baby won’t you take me to your bungalo on the under though We don’t want no one to know how the slumber go I got a blunt to blow If you don’t smoke then I’ll take it facial Angels done up and blessed you Baby you somethin’ special Let me undress you Baby go in your thong Make me gain some extra weight cuz somethin’ growin’ is long for ya & if your nasty I might even write a song for ya & all the while I’m thinkin’ in my head it’s on nigga Girl you so pretty & you got them tig old bitties I know You fin a hit me when we rippin’ in your city ain’t ya Repeated: your shape be... Souls of Mischief Lyrics 4th Floor Freaks Lyrics