paroles de chanson 4-Door Encore - 7¢ Herm

Sock it to me, baby
What she told me in the backseat
Remember we had rendezvous'd
I freaked it in a friendly way
She say if this whole world were mine
I'd dine in front the chimney place
I ice it like Big Mike
Ya folks ain't never know you bend this way
It's rare you find me simp or pimp
I jacked-in in a nimble way
Now pop this cap, she Iroquois
She say this been her native taste
She guide me through the rabbit hole
The final bout, the stanza fold
J'apprécie all of that pressure
Here, sonata now le rondeau
Wait, come down selector
She come down wit da who ya know
Bless my connecter
La bamba and Don Julio
Herm ain't never take a sip
But chiefed out with her pops and bro
She spelled my fate out in the stars
Crushing thyme and oregano
A bag lady, vagabond
A witch were her embracing arms
The more she make me sin
The more I sink into the perfect storm
I was into deep
Like I ain't gotta go to work tomorrow
She was into freak
She taught me kama sutra passion cards

And still a fiend for your Flo-Jo
I need it back just like my mojo
She sing me out a symphony
Symbolically I'm sure though
She crept with me beneath the moon
Out back inside the 4-door
I beat the beast
She feast and freak
We fly the coop by 4 though

Still a fiend for your Flo-Jo
I need it back just like my mojo
She sing me out a symphony
Symbolically I'm sure though
She crept with me beneath the moon
Out back inside the 4-door