Kyle Dion - No Rules

Hey, Kyle, I miss you
I miss you too bitch

Always tell my baby she cold
(Always tell my baby she cold)
Shivers down your neck when I'm close
You know your
Always free to do what you want
(Always free to do)
Yes, there's options
We're choosy, yeah

I don't write 'em anyway
Let's break the rules
(The rules, ah-ooh, ooh-ooh)
Let's break the rules (the rules)
We got balance, who gon' check us? (Ooh-ooh)
Let's break the-

Truce
Some people latch onto feelings
I love you don't do that to me
Fighting off sentiments
But you look good

Take a picture
Who there with ya? (Yeah)
Do what I like (like)
When you with 'em (yeah)
No issue, baby
Think I'm crazy
And it's all good don't feel the
Pressure

(I'ma call you right back)
(Ooh, baby, there's nothing like)

I don't write 'em anyway
Let's break the rules (baby)
(The rules, ah-ooh, ooh-ooh)
Let's break the rules (the rules)
We got balance, who gon' check us? (Ooh-ooh)
Let's break the-

Love it when I'm beating that pussy up
Love it when I'm all up in your guts, guts, guts, lil' baby
What you talkin' 'bout?
You got pop star pussy
I got rock star cock in your mouth tonight
I wanna beat it, beat it
Drop down low, pick it up, to the floor
Just bounce that pussy
I'ma lay this pipe wood, oh fuck
Wanna bop, when I'm pullin' I'ma snap, bitch

Yeah, that was it

Written by:
Kyle Dion Branham

Publisher:
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