Mode
Frank Jordon
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Ok Look Yeah you got me in that mode Girl you nasty on that pole Girl I'm bout to snatch your soul for real Candy Rain, she got Soul For Real Fingernails match your toes for real Girl you know you icy On fleek, white tee And your heart cold for real Ay ay ay Yeah you got me in that mode Girl you nasty on that pole Girl I'm bout to snatch your soul for real Candy Rain, she got Soul For Real Fingernails match your toes for real Girl you know you icy On fleek, white tee And your heart cold for real Throw back the seat Pick up your leg I do the most just to beat it up We been texting for weeks You ain't in the street I might just eat if you sweet enough She been runnin' good game, put your sneakers up Wanna f*ck in the whip, turn the speakers up We done ran through 'bout two or three rubbers, uh You shocked that a nigga can keep it up Got your hands on the window, it's heating up Said the front seat let you do what riders do But the back seat let me fall inside of you I can get nasty wit you Cause you get nasty for me Go 'head and do your fuckin' thing babe Hey, hey, hey, hey yeah yeah Yeah you got me in that mode Girl you nasty on that pole Girl I'm bout to snatch your soul for real Candy Rain, she got Soul For Real Fingernails match your toes for real Girl you know you icy On fleek, white tee And your heart cold for real Ay ay ay Yeah you got me in that mode Girl you nasty on that pole Girl I'm bout to snatch your soul for real Candy Rain, she got Soul For Real Fingernails match your toes for real Girl you know you icy On fleek, white tee And your heart cold for real Rain fall down, half past 2 You want that back seat love Tongue on you I got you drippin' in my hand You might make a mess Now you look at you drippin' on my leg We gon' need a bed, babe Ay Cause the front seat make you do what riders do, babe But the back seat let me fall inside of you I can get nasty wit you Cause you get nasty for me Go 'head and do your fuckin' thing babe Hey, hey, hey, hey yeah yeah Yeah you got me in that mode Girl you nasty on that pole Girl I'm bout to snatch your soul for real Candy Rain, she got Soul For Real Fingernails match your toes for real Girl you know you icy On fleek, white tee And your heart cold for real Ay ay ay Yeah you got me in that mode Girl you nasty on that pole Girl I'm bout to snatch your soul for real Candy Rain, she got Soul For Real Fingernails match your toes for real Girl you know you icy On fleek, white tee And your heart cold for real Ay ay ay Beat it up like The Block Symphony made it
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Written by: Jay McCorkle, Jordon Franklin
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