Come Here (feat. Sexyy Red)

Artist: Bossman Dlow Album: Mr Beat The Road Category: Hip Hop
Come here, baby, come here, baby, come here, baby
Come here, baby, come here, baby, come here, baby

Bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
Bust it, baby, bust it, bust it, baby, bust it
Pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it
Pop it, baby, pop it, pop it, baby, pop it
Come here, baby, come here, baby
Come here, baby, come here, baby
Throw it back, baby, throw it back, baby
Throw it back, baby, throw it back, baby

Bust it, baby, bust it, look back when you fuck me
If that pussy water, I fly you out the country
She the throat goat, my dick like good coke
Pussy water, just slide in it, she want a nigga to dive in it
Front to back, ass clapping, got me doing high fives in it
Take a nigga, bitch, quick, nigga, we outside with it
Put her in some foreign shit, she say, "You the best, Daddy"
You know that's my pussy, baby, she say, "Yes, Daddy"
Take off all that forever 21, get this Chrome Heart
You deserve some ice, baby, that pussy on water park
We can walk in Saks Fifth, you deserve a shopping spree
We can go to Neiman Marcus, get you some hot Louis V
Ooh, that ass look good when I fuck her
That pussy get slipper when I touch her
Give her ass a spank and you in trouble
Baby, I like it if you—

Bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
Bust it, baby, bust it, bust it, baby, bust it
Pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it
Pop it, baby, pop it, pop it, baby, pop it
Come here, baby, come here, baby
Come here, baby, come here, baby
Throw it back, baby, throw it back, baby
Throw it back, baby, throw it back, baby

Come here, Daddy, when he see me, he get happy
I'm his little baby, but he know I'm super savage
I love a get money nigga, and he handsome
When we at home, he throw the money, I be his dancer
Snatch a nigga off the block, now he on some bougie shit
Took him to the gun store, cashed out on the Glock and Smith
Real boss shit, you ain't never met a bitch like this
When he in my guns, I say, he say this my dick
Whose is it?
Fuck me good, Daddy, you can't have anything
In my coochie 'til it's numbs, got me shivering
I see that friend through them joggers, king dingaling
Northside, bitch, let's go get some chicken wing
If I like you, then I'll put you in a Amiri jeans
He don't like his bitches nice, he like his bitches mean
Bust it, bust it, he in love with me
When he call my phone, I answer on the first ring

Bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
Bust it, baby, bust it, bust it, baby, bust it
Pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it
Pop it, baby, pop it, pop it, baby, pop it
Come here, baby, come here, baby
Come here, baby, come here, baby
Throw it back, baby, throw it back, baby
Throw it back, baby, throw it back, baby
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