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jaydyn khali - p.o.t.s. lyrics

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{bridge: allee}
take it slow….
take it slow….
make it smoove….
make it smoove…. x2
{verse 1: allee}
i take you out baby yeah i take you out/
i love the way you talking with your dirty mouth/
look at outside it’s getting real late out/
come to my crib baby yeah let’s stay a while/
lay you down, lay you down, yeah i hit it from the back, call that my lifestyle/
dre always pipe it down, it’s getting real hot now, no stop right now cuss i want to stroke/
baby girl all i really want to know, is if we can take it slow/
make you scream, give you them deep strokes/
heat it up, cool it down, no heat stroke/
we can lay you there… you ain’t really got to go no where/
the night is yours baby, lets take it slow/
take it slow
take it slow
you said let’s take it back, nah nah nah nah
we already on the fourth round, ill give you the biting now/
{hook}
take it slow, take it slow.. p.o.t.s. we taking shots
p.o.t.s. yeah we taking shots, p-ssy on the side though let me get behind though x 3
{verse 2: jaydyn khali}
speaker blowing, reefer blowing, shisha blowing, keep it going/
we be on, feature going for 7k like i, i, i, i, i, i, i,…..
few shoots, few hits, my old hoe your new b-tch/
old flow your new sh-t, like i never gave a f-ck what you did/
i’m a trendy n-gg-, fashion killa, murder dripped down on my outfit/
ricky owens on my feet, skinny denim to keep it balanced/
got a magnum on my d-ck, looking like a handgun while i’m banging sh-t/
she call me her favorite, b-tch spit sh-t while my d-ck licked/
like flavored sh-t, your b-tch home know ima go babysit/
while im basing sh-t, basic sh-t, break life down into bacon bits/
diamonds in my gold chains, and rose gold in my bracelets/
bad hoe to a naked b-tch, my grill like a set of gold braceses/
i’m m.j. to this bullsh-t, or kobe to the lakers bench/
fatigued got you catching flagrant’s, i’ll step back and fade his sh-t/
shots drop and my game -ssist, season high some hall of famer scripts/
she love me, better save that sh-t, don’t say that sh-t/
set it strait and ill paint a pic, never lacing hits, never chasing sh-t/
unless its drank to this dank in my system while i go and let them play this sh-t/
{bridge}{outro}



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