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Tyga( Micheal Ray Stevenson )
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When To Stop (feat. Chris Brown)
What's the opposite of satisfaction? You never had it A sex addict there when you needed it Now you're too distracted by the little things Cars, rings, none of it matters Presidential suites in Nevada, you was too ecstatic Time ticking, it was 24 karat Mrs. HardHeaded don't listen but the head was terrific Had a vision, you bought it, couldn't wait til you saw it Swear you had it all and you already lost it all and you know it Know I did it, I'm riding round with my new bitch I'm popping bottles and shopping and flying private to Maui Living life, no excuses, don't give two fucks about you You seen my girl' ass lately? Now watch me fuck her crazy
Tell me when to stop You know I ain't gon hurt you baby Tell me when to stop Girl if I start to get carried away Tell me when to stop I'mma li-li-li-lick it and go down Baby you can get it Tell me when to stop Tell me when to stop Tell me when to stop Tell me when to stop
She said I could take control of her body But it's only for the weekend Said I'mma let you do you Oh yea, I'mma do you Til she boom boom boom I'm like a rabbit in her rib cage Roll my weed darling Just like it's her birthday I'm tipping and sipping Sparklers come with that Ace of Spades
I'm faded, sipping and leaning I'm faded, sipping and leaning Sparklers come with that Ace of Spades I'm faded, sipping and leaning I'mma fuck you like I'm in a bad mood, baby
Tell me when to stop You know I ain't gon hurt you baby Tell me when to stop Girl if I start to get carried away Tell me when to stop I'mma li-li-li-lick it and go down Baby you can get it Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Tell me when to stop Tell me when to stop Tell me when to stop Tell me when to stop
Long hair, red lipstick Lips burned from that cigarette Versace heels and them latex Neck collar, that that's a fact I fuck wit you cuz it makes sense We don't fight but this make up sex Less is more but you more or less Got the top down in my Corvette, yea Red from the summer Must have made a wrong turn, checked in a motel just to have sex Like strangers fuckin out of anger Putting on handcuffs, now a nigga chained up Til the maid come clean up Broken mirrors so you know that's bad luck Lost my wallet, so would you hurry up? Pack up, flee the scene, seen a chef just pull up Shots of tequila, let's get freaky, looking for a reason By the look in yo eyes you don't gotta say much, I can tell that you need it And you need it just as much as I needed you Word on streets, I pull work for two Yo home girl wanna see if it's true So just
Tell me when to stop You know I ain't gon hurt you baby Tell me when to stop Girl if I start to get carried away Tell me when to stop I'mma li-li-li-lick it and go down Baby you can get it
Tell me when to stop You know I ain't gon hurt you baby Tell me when to stop Girl if I start to get carried away Tell me when to stop I'mma li-li-li-lick it and go down Baby you can get it Tell me when to stop Tell me when to stop Tell me when to stop Tell me when to stop
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