featuring Eminem & Dina Rae
produced by Eminem
If you want me, baby All you gotta do is let me know you can have me All you gotta do is keep it on the low when you grab me Hold me tight like you gon' never let me go If you go, down on me baby just make sure you take it slow If you want me, I'ma fuck you in the Pale Moonlight Tonight i'm gonna fuck you to the morning light I just wanna fuck you cuz the mood is right I said, I just wanna to fuck you, i just wanna...
CHORUS 2 (Dina Rae):If you want me, baby All you gotta do is let me know you can have me All you gotta do is keep it on the low when you grab me Hold me tight like you gon' never let me go If you go, down on me baby just make sure you take it slow If you want me, I'ma fuck you in the Pale Moonlight Tonight i'm gonna fuck you to the morning light I just wanna fuck you cuz the mood is right I said, I just wanna to fuck you, i just wanna...
FIRST VERSE (Strike):You know I like them nice hips And them shiny lips When you blew a kiss You got me neuterized(?) and You know just what I wanna hit I see you at the club every week Hanging at the bar You see me up in the VIP hanging with them stars Hoping out the wip My own ? riding on them things Let's cut the small talk out Come here girl, "what's your name?" You know you sexy in that Louis Vuitton Hair and nails matching your skirt Looking like Little Kim in that thong Your tounge ring got me curious And when I say curious I'm seriously curious To know just how you use it We can listen to some slow music Some shit like this in the background While we get undressed to it and I ain't trying to wife you I'm just trying to strike you And go back out and find somebody that's just like you And then you go calling my phone, leaving ill messages Showing up at any time at my home
CHORUS 1 (+ 2):SECOND VERSE (Strike):She's like a rockstar and magazines' bitches Way for, way from the video vixens Everything she wear, it seems so exquisite And I ain't gotta talk how she go down and kiss it She make her own money so you know how she livin' Ballin' and anything I say, yo she get it In the ? driving, she craving to hit it Riding, switching speeds up on asphyxia With them high heels with the straps, make that ass poke out So when she bend over on the hood you better look out And I don't like to eat out but if we at the cookout If the grill is clean then girl you better look out It's gangsta, everywhere I go I got pimps out So slide me the info when I pull a black book out And then you go, calling my phone Leaving me messages, showing up at any time at my home
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