T. Anansi - Full Clippin'

You throw fingers in the sky
But it's not for the set that you repping
Gun shots with a few hand gestures
To show me that your sex is a weapon
Always end up drunk in a club section
Treat it like a frat line, cause right now we stepping
Back to my space
Bye bye bye to your panties, In sync with the bass
Right now (Right now)
You love it when I take you down
To something smooth from the ninety's
A little Blackstreet, maybe Jodeci
This won't take forever, my lady
She give me humble top, but when my rocket pop
She give me cocky looks like McGrady
Yeah

Tell me what you want, yeah
But it's to late to talk, yeah
Our bodies do the talking
I'm listening
Take them stresses off, yeah
Kill that pussy softly
Outline it in chalk, yeah
Full Clippin'
I'm gone take my shot
To make that body drop
You gone scream so loud
I swear the cops my raid the spot, yeah
So tell me what you want, yeah
But it's to late to talk, yeah
Our bodies do the talking
I'm listening

About to board a flight
Sitting at my gate
I just wanna touch you
But you're so far away
You're so caught on me
Out with other girls
Don't get caught on the grapevine
You're grown enough, use your own mind
They just mad that you take all my time
Drop that pin, I'ma put it in my maps
Pierce that skin when you digging in my back
More than just sex
Baby, we be making magic
Sexual healing
I'm Marvin on the mattress
And when I get that feeling
Yeah yeah
I need, I need
I need, I need
I need

Tell me what you want, yeah
But it's to late to talk, yeah
Our bodies do the talking
I'm listening
Take them stresses off, yeah
Kill that pussy softly
Outline it in chalk, yeah
Full Clippin'
I'm gone take my shot
To make that body drop
You gone scream so loud
I swear the cops my raid the spot, yeah
So tell me what you want, yeah
But it's to late to talk, yeah
Our bodies do the talking
I'm listening

Written by:
Terrence Copeland

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