This song is from the album Fan of a Fan the Album(2015), released on Feb 20, 2015.
I enjoyed the background chorus and the hooks by Chris. The parts by X Tyga were good, but weren’t as great as Chris’. I loved the rhythm, that heavy reverb and delay made the song really smooth and sensual. The lyrics were interesting, while the background music added a nice effect to the song.
I enjoyed the background chorus and the hooks by Chris. The parts by X Tyga were good, but weren’t as great as Chris’. I loved the rhythm, that heavy reverb and delay made the song really smooth and sensual. The lyrics were interesting, while the background music added a nice effect to the song.
Scale: A Minor Time Signature: 4/4 Tempo: 70 [INTRO] Em F G Am x2 [HOOK] Em F Girl you know we got the time G Am Got that pussy on my mind, later on, what are we doing? Em F I know you're ready, show that ass F G Am Girl you looking so bad, getting horny watching you do it Em F G Girl I wanna kiss it Em While you kissin your girlfriends F G I wanna see a whole lot of licking, that's a memory Am (Yeah, bet I make that pussy remember me) [VERSE] Em I be banging all on that beat F 808, she got the bass when her booty shake G She got her friends with her and they a sight to see Am All that ass, don't let it go to waste Em All this Hennessy, the liquor, 'bout to penetrate F While I'm pushing Lamborghini's on the interstate G I long-dick her, I'ma go for hours Am You minute-made like lemonade Em I'm fresh as fuck in these Margielas F I skate past a nigga better than veterans G Bipolar cold, give me the medicine Am My chain too bright, no Thomas Edison Em When I pull it out, bitch nervous F Better ride this wave - bitch, surf it G Girl, you better keep them legs open Am The only thing you close is these curtains Em F And she only got time for a nigga if I take her out to eat F A nigga really gotta motivate G Man, that's too much work for the pussy Am I don't work for the pussy, nigga really don't communicate Em F I'd rather lick it like a dinner plate F I'd rather keep my money in a safe G Bitch, I ain't got time to play Am I need it now, not a minute late [HOOK] Em F Girl you know we got the time G Am Got that pussy on my mind, later on, what are we doing? Em F I know you're ready, show that ass F G Am Girl you looking so bad, getting horny watching you do it Em F G Girl I wanna kiss it Em While you kissin your girlfriends F G I wanna see a whole lot of licking, that's a memory Am (Yeah, bet I make that pussy remember me) [VERSE] Em Drop your head to a king, nigga F Dream house, my dream's bigger G Got a deck of cards if my heart switch up Am Ace of spades, her eyes lit up Em Diamonds glitter in my car, thriller F She pray for me, that's god willin G I'm hard to break my boss prison Am Her new name : Ass-Zilla Em She love a nigga and that pussy tight F Come thru, fuck you all night G Some foreplay, that's all right Am But she rather do number 69 Em High notes, it's prime time F On a couch, hit it from behind G Hit you with that large stroke Am Now she fiendin' for that good dope, yeah Em F That's my bae, she cook and clean and I got it made G Am Handcuff like she a slave, touch ya, let ya tongue taste Em F So high, no ceiling space F G Numb to it, can't feel her face G Am Yeah, she numb to it, can't feel her face [HOOK] Em F Girl you know we got the time G Am Got that pussy on my mind, later on, what are we doing? Em F I know you're ready, show that ass F G Am Girl you looking so bad, getting horny watching you do it Em F G Girl I wanna kiss it Em While you kissin your girlfriends F G I wanna see a whole lot of licking, that's a memory Am (Yeah, bet I make that pussy remember me) [VERSE] Em Blowing up my line on the cellular F She wanna lock a nigga down, on the regular G Talking crazy to me like she own the dick Am But I don't trust her as far as I can throw the bitch Em Momma told me to find a keeper F But I switch like designer sneakers G A girl with the finest features G Am Every nigga wanna talk to her Am But I got her first, finders keepers Em F Violins in the back, is my theme music F Her ass on my mind, I dream booty G Any nigga tryna fuck my bitch Am Then its off with his head, how kings do it Em My rings ruby F Red bandana, I stay woopin' F G Got too many cribs, I stay movin' Am Three Lambos, I stay coupin' Am Yeah, but you don't hear me though Em Virginia to the Westside F My car foreign, the girl sit on the left side H Smokin' weed on the plane, that's the best high Am She gotta sign the waiver 'fore I let her fly Em It's helipads on the boat F Chilling in the South of France, Saint-Tropez, Nice, Monaco G Am But nothing compare to what's in my pants An Girl, stop playing! [HOOK] Em F Girl you know we got the time G Am Got that pussy on my mind, later on, what are we doing? Em F I know you're ready, show that ass F G Am Girl you looking so bad, getting horny watching you do it Em F G Girl I wanna kiss it Em While you kissin your girlfriends F G I wanna see a whole lot of licking, that's a memory Am (Yeah, bet I make that pussy remember me)
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