Is this what you want
Is that what you like
We get the f#cking all over the place
Climb up my chest, sit on my face
Turn you around, pull on your waist
Hands in your mouth, you love how you taste
Don’t worry bout neighbors, I don’t got no neighbors
The only thing that they gonna hear is the bass
Verse 1
Looking like money put you in the safe
I’m from the city I’m new to the A
Flying out Cali to get out the way
I wanna f#ck you in so many ways
That one time in public you said that you loved it
Remember we…I’m changing the subject
None of them n#gg#s should touch it
You out of they league and thеy budget
Is this what you want
Is that what you like
We gеt the f#cking all over the place
Climb up my chest, sit on my face
Turn you around, pull on your waist
Hands in your mouth, you love how you taste
Don’t worry bout neighbors, I don’t got no neighbors
The only thing that they gonna hear is the bass
Verse 2
Panties to the side
You was dripping from the start
Open wide I got your heart
Let me slide in Central Park
Aye
Remember that night
Right after Palisades Center
Yea, Yea
Back to the Fort, make love on the floor
In front of the Mirror
Legs on my neck
You ain’t no snack you more like a Dinner
I load up the clip and shoot up the club
Soon as I enter, hold up I’m kidding
Shit
f#cking in the Parlor know they listening
Red wine had us hella wilding
Had to stop and call your Uber to the island
Yea
Is this what you want
Is that what you like
We get the f#cking all over the place
Climb up my chest, sit on my face
Turn you around, pull on your waist
Hands in your mouth, you love how you taste
Don’t worry bout neighbors, I don’t got no neighbors
The only thing that they gonna hear is the bass
Verse 3
Had the Heli that was back in Harlem
After Corner Social we was mobbing
Hit the crib said you’d only stop in
p#ss# popping was your favorite option
Really who am I to disagree
Got me feeling like it’s only me
Drunk text back to the X
Just to flex on your Ex
Is this what you want
Is that what you like
We get the f#cking all over the place
Climb up my chest, sit on my face
Turn you around, pull on your waist
Hands in your mouth, you love how you taste
Don’t worry bout neighbors, I don’t got no neighbors
The only thing that they gonna hear is the bass (2x)
Is this what you want
Is that what you like
We get the f#cking all over the place
Climb up my chest, sit on my face
Turn you around, pull on your waist
Hands in your mouth, you love how you taste
Don’t worry bout neighbors, I don’t got no neighbors
The only thing that they gonna hear is the bass
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Dot Cromwell Lyrics – Bass