Lyrics I Got Next - Har Mar Superstar feat. Inara George

I got next
Diamond's on the line
He be gettin' sex when your man's in size
Lost the game when escape at night time
Girl you're trapped now the contract's in

I caught your man on the downlow peepin' me out
He didn't know I was a player and he was creepin' me out
I don't give a damn where he swang that thing
He said he got you locked up with a diamond ring
That ain't too legit
It's your finest body I'm gonna hit
Caught up at a party when your man was away
I can see it in your eyes, there's no reason to stay
In a perfect world you would be with me
Gotta cut you lose girl, gotta set you free
He been doin' you wrong
Yeah, I could go all night long

Break it off, come and floss
Let me taste your apple sauce
Shake it down, swing around
You got cross-ed and now you're found
Break it off, come & floss
Let me taste your apple sauce
Shake it down, swing around
U got cross-ed and now you're found

When your man ain't comin' thru with the checks
And the sex watching flix on the decks, girl
He got notices next
Be soft on the phone when he talked me off
Blood flow, full blown
Now everybody know

I-G-O-T-N-E-X-T
I got next, you're lookin' sexy
I-G-O-T-N-E-X-T
Girl impress me, yeah undress me
I-G-O-T-N-E-X-T
No voicemail can redirect me
I-G-O-T-N-E-X-T
He's been trippin' come collect me
I-G-O-T-N-E-X-T
I-G-O-T-N-E-eXctasy
I-G-O-T-N-E-X-T

I signed on the line, giving you my word
You are the next one with the great pleasure feeding off my pearl
As much as I would like to take you home
You already know the rules and I don't live alone
But when you say my nipple stink
It's so hard to fight the vibes you bring
Next time you're in my town
My man won't be around
Cache, in my brain
Leave my tailor rain
Tryin' to be here sittin' by myself
With my hand bringin' the pain
So I take it to the phone when resources dry
I should eat my own advice for that D.U.I.
Tell me what you're wearing and exactly where you be girl
What would you be tellin' if you were here with me
A little mouth - Iron Mouth, girl, E.M.I.
Porno beast, rasta ricky hey girl don't cry
I soup my fans who pretend this room ain't mine
Sherade while I parade into the night light
Lust baby, your vaginal cream
Got tricked by a trannie when I was 17
Squeeze my hand if I can go creep boy sleep
Poundin' pussy rounds in the back of my jeep (jeep jeep jeep)

I got next
Diamond's on the line
He be gettin' sex when your man's in size
Lost the game when escape at night time
Girl you're trapped now the contract's in
Break it off, come and floss
Let me taste your apple sauce
Shake it down, swing around
You got cross-ed and now you're found
Break it off, come and floss
Let me taste your apple sauce
Shake it down, swing around
You got cross-ed and now you're found
Break it off, come and floss
Let me taste your apple sauce
Shake it down, swing around
You got cross-ed and now you're found
Break it off, come and floss
Let me taste your apple sauce
Shake it down, swing around
You got cross-ed and now you're found
I got next