Colette Carr - BASS | Текст песни

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• Colette Carr
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Oh my God Becky look at your butt
It's so fucking big like oh my God
Oh my God Becky look at your butt
It's so fucking big like oh my God

Get low when you see this
Lock eyes with the boy in the Gucci vest
I wanna make nice with your ups
Aww too cute to be dubius
But I think it's fine in this moment of time
For you to unite my two pieces ooh
Grap tight like you mean it
I wanna break by what you resist
Swear I'm never like this
No I've never done this nuh uh not one
But I can't seem to help the fact
That I wanna climb you
Right to the top bunk
Grab pipe and hop up
Get down in the sand at La Costa
I love you, no I'm lying
I'm lion bitch mufasa

Let's do what your best friend
Sitting in the back seat dreezed
Wishes that he could
Lipstick on your cheek
Kiss that first name drop that
And talking eastwood
Oh yeah he good he good
That's what I'm all about
Gig so hard my pants fall off
Gig so hard make my pants fall down
In love with the bass I make
That back clap harder than human hands could
On about how the other ones that you have had
Just weren't as good
More bass, more bass, more bass
But drop the 'B'
I'll bite your lip then copy me
The we repeat obviously
A birthday cake, a b c
Don't be shy, take a piece
Stay the night, fucking leave
One night is all I need

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