Suave' - Let Me Hold You x Nasty

Yeah-a-yeah, a-yeah
Yeah-yeah-yeah
Girl let me hold you, girl let me
I need you to hold me down, cause you never know your last day
Don't skate around me like cascade
Roll up, we gon' smoke the gas way
I need you to hold me down like your designer purse
Staring at her cause she perf, pussy so wet, Ima surf
I need you to hold me down
Cause I been lurking
He got you in a Michael Kors? I could put you in a Birkin
My mama gon' hold me down, but a bad bitch what I'm searching
Independent, she be working
Her last boyfriend had her hurting
I was fuckin' round and around, need you to settle me down
I need your self-control, Suave the talk of the town
I'm at the function with my niggas, we got bitches around
But baby don't worry 'bout me, young Suave gon' hold you down
Ass so fat, ass so round, like the rollie, buss it down
Lil mama a trophy, I couldn't help but to show her around
I'm ballin' like Kobe, you Vanessa, baby hold me down
Don't do me like Will Smith, baby girl, I can't go out like a clown
Girl let me hold you
Girl let me hold you
Shorty love when I lick it, whip it out, slap it on her, then stick it
She tappin' out, girl, I need me a minute
To prove to her that I'm gangsta, and gangsta's, they gon' handle they business
So don't be scared, baby, show me you with it
I'm fantasized about your kitten
Ima throw the gloves on, girl I ain't talkin' mittens
She go to church on Sundays, but I'm gon have you sinning
Told you ima break your back, girl I wasn't kidding
Been tryna fuck the soul out of shorty for a minute
I won't buy her designer, 'til a nigga find out that that pussy is fire
Now she squirting, drippin' wet, it could put out a fire
Said you ain't hurtin' after sex, but my baby a liar
Steady scratching on my back, give me stripes like a tiger
Tryna wrestle in my bed, shorty think she a fighter
Girl this dick gon' save your life, like I was a messiah
Put it in, she couldn't take it, started singin', Mariah
Uhhhhhhhhh
Fuck being classy, love it when she get nasty
Hit it from the back, slap on her ass cheek
In the streets she get clean, in the sheets she get trashy
Her nigga wanna blast me, shorty love when I lick it
Whip it out, slap it on her, then stick it
She tappin' out, girl, I need me a minute
To prove to her that I'm gangsta, and gangsta's, they gon' handle they business
So don't be scared, baby, show me you with it
I'm fantasized about your kitten
Ima throw the gloves on, girl I ain't talkin' mittens
She go to church on Sundays, but I'm gon have you sinning
Told you ima break your back, girl I wasn't kidding
Been tryna fuck the soul out of shorty for a minute

Written by:
Franck Lamour

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