Lyrics Style - Molly

I find a nice teen staying, still no bank bill,
I bet you wanna feel skills multiplied on chill,
Can you fix her? ‘Cause I wanna make you drown,
Down and hereinafter down,
This is what you came in for.
Come in the mid,
I wanna see,
I wanna feel,
I wanna squeeze,
I wanna please,
Get on your knees,
I wanna wheeze.
Make on the shot, jeez!
And we drop in the moment right now,
Hit in the eyes, ciao,
We're moving under, wow!
Click on the motion,
We are slow motion,
We are slow motion,
We are slow motion.
Click on the motion,
We are slow motion,
Click it, baby, three times for more,
I need your motion.
Giving up, giving up style,
Rolling up, rolling up mile!
Giving up, giving up style,
Rolling up, rolling up mile!
Giving up, giving up style,
Rolling up, rolling up mile!
Giving up, giving up style,
Rolling up, rolling up mile!
One two three, I just wanna let it be,
Ding-dong into deep, I have to work it free,
Topless to the water, warmer then swarm her till dawn,
I would love to do my promo,
I'm giving my style.
I wanna dream team working on a chilly blow,
Let me go in round,
See I'm breaking down and so
Ain't do it half less,
Mama's loving big bad bases,
Dragging it, dragging it deep,
Floating on downstream.
Giving up, giving up style,
Rolling up, rolling up mile!
Giving up, giving up style,
Rolling up, rolling up mile!
Giving up, giving up style,
Rolling up, rolling up mile!
Giving up, giving up style,
Rolling up, rolling up mile!