Rousseau - Baking Soda

Once I get up in it
I'ma be a minute
No pause, no breaks
I ain't finished with you
Fucking with a real one
And you know I feel the difference
That's why every time you call I be with it
That thing is cocaine with the baking soda
Pussy propane with the flame open
Hurricane flood the sheets, leave the bed soaking
Been going all night so let's keep it going
We don't have to wait till sundown
Throw it off the headboard and rebound
Baby, run it back I got more rounds
Matter fact, pulling up on you right now
Right now, I been waiting for you
Feel some type of way for you
Waiting for you
Feel some type of way for you
On my way, on my way
All day, all night I wait on you
All day, all night I wait on you
On my way, on my way
Yeah, work for it
Put in overtime I do dirt for it
Body is a crime, plan on doing hard time
And in this frame of mind, I'm convinced that it's all mine, yeah
That thing is cocaine with the baking soda
Pussy propane with the flame open
Hurricane flood the sheets, leave the bed soaking
Been going all night so let's keep it going
We don't have to wait till sundown
Throw it off the headboard and rebound
Baby, run it back I got more rounds
Matter fact, pulling up on you right now
Right now, I been waiting for you
Feel some type of way for you
Waiting for you
Feel some type of way for you
On my way, on my way
All day, all night I wait on you
All day, all night I wait on you
On my way, on my way
Cocaine with the baking soda
Cocaine
With the baking soda
Once I get up in it
I been waiting for you
Feel some type of way for you
Waiting on you
Feel some type of way for you
On my way, on my way
All day, all night I wait on you
All day, all night I wait on you
On my way, on my way

Written by:
Eric Rousseau

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