frank jordon – mode lyrics
[intro]
don’t you give my d+ck away, ok?
ok!
[chorus]
look
yeah you got me in that mode
girl you nasty on that pole
girl i’m bout to sn+tch 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 sn+tch 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
[verse]
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 n+gga 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 f+ckin’ thing babe
hey, hey, hey, hey yeah yeah
[chorus]
yeah you got me in that mode
girl you nasty on that pole
girl i’m bout to sn+tch 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 sn+tch 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
[verse]
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 f+ckin’ thing babe
hey, hey, hey, hey yeah yeah
[chorus]
yeah you got me in that mode
girl you nasty on that pole
girl i’m bout to sn+tch 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 sn+tch 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…
[outro]
beat it up like the block symphony made it
shhh, that sh+t was crazy like…
i was not expecting that from you…
that p+ssy is… just different like…
i feel like i’m in a whole different stratosphere when i’m that sh+t
it’s like…
i’m just tryna find the words for that sh+t
but ain’t nothing really i can say like…
it’s just a feeling…
this sh+t just different…
shhh, it’s just different…
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