"Heartbeat" lyrics
2Rare, Lakeyah & Ann Marie Lyrics
"Heartbeat"
Ooh. She got it
Uh, uh. She got it
Ooh. She got it
Uh, uh. She got it
I chuck up the deuces
You're asking for me
How you give me head or tied up on me
I was willing to give you help
I would've brought you Forgis
You're in your bad, 'cause I helped my cousin with the groceries
I did three years 'cause this girl I got here for
Passed the Casa. I need Red Bulls
The go-outside boys
You got money
No limit
I matched up piece
You need some weed, I'll ship it
If you need me, just hit my line
If you need something, just hit my
Just hit my line
I'm young and I'm single
So, where the vibes
Light skin, lace front. Yeah. She my type
Dark skin, middle part. Yeah. It's on site
Brown skins. I know y'all do it right
Got a ass made for back-shots and pussy tonight
Ooh. She got it
Uh, uh. She got it
BBLs and tummy
Tucks or natural bodies
She a freak. Eye contact, when she sliding
You love this D. I swear that pussy got a heartbeat
Ooh. She got it
Uh, uh. She got it
BBLs and tummy
Tucks or natural bodies
She a freak. Eye contact, when she sliding
You love this D. I swear that pussy got a heartbeat
You would think this pussy got a heartbeat
I'm 'a snatch your soul. I'm not sorry
I got that "Damn, girl! You got me falling."
And once I send "You're mine", then that's all me
Yeah. I got it, but, baby, is you ready for it?
Tryna get this WAP, and you gotta spend some fetty for it
You ain't gotta test it. Baby, it's already pouring
Ride it like a Tesla. Hop on top and keep it going
You need a raw bitch like Key
Know, you're bad, when he eat it out the big white tee
Oh. She mad 'cause he choosing and he still chose me
We can't minaj, 'cause I know how petty these hoes be
I got a Prada bag, Louis shoes, New Chanel
He been spoiling a bitch. He in love. I can tell
I don't stop him, but he know a bitch can cop it by herself
Treat a bitch like fine china. Wanna put me on a shelf
Ooh. She got it
Uh, uh. She got it
BBLs and tummy
Tucks or natural bodies
She a freak. Eye contact, when she sliding
You love this D. I swear that pussy got a heartbeat
Ooh. She got it
Uh, uh. She got it
BBLs and tummy
Tucks or natural bodies
She a freak. Eye contact, when she sliding
You love this D. I swear that pussy got a heartbeat
Know there's a real big difference between me and them other bitches
Baby, we ain't look like this. What the fuck is the competition?
Let's go. I'm bitches' favorite opposition
'Cause a hoe knows she ain't seeing me with 20/20 vision
You say your favorite position is anything with me in it
Love it, when you tell me how she taste, when you eating it
Baby, I want you to sleep with me, when you finish beating this
Right after we finish, baby, I just want to fucking kiss
Say my name
Say my name
A nigga crazy 'bout me for me
Go 'head
It wasn't deep at first, but shit is getting real now
You like, you want me
He like a brown skin, pretty bitch from the 'hood
Waist snatched, face back, pussy good
He said he'd hide me from the world, if he could
Threw some, two of 'em now that a nigga all in love
Ooh. She got it
Uh, uh. She got it
BBLs and tummy
Tucks or natural bodies
She a freak. Eye contact, when she sliding
You love this D. I swear that pussy got a heartbeat
Ooh. She got it
Uh, uh. She got it
BBLs and tummy
Tucks or natural bodies
She a freak. Eye contact, when she sliding
You love this D. I swear that pussy got a heartbeat
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