PULSE Lyrics – Us: TheFolks

PULSE Lyrics by Us: TheFolks

Ang’Geon & E Equals MC
Woooweee (Ooooweee)
Man, you see Ol’ Girl swinging that thing?!
…Man, she got my pulse all fu-….

W-w-wait… hold up, bro! Can even you hang with that? You ain’t ready for all that?
You are…not…ready
Here’s #AnuthaHitANGGEON
Making out, deep inside of the greenhouse

Clean mouth, headed south
Pulling that thang out
Dream house!
Knock the nookie out

No rookie to box bouts
Mow it down to the ground
We blowing that green out
No doubt

Smoke rings blown in between clouds
Feeling Hella Good
WOW!
Buckle up for the cream route

Hit a couple dips
Then we swerve to the green couch
Swing her by the hips
Get a grip on the dream bouncе

Doused with an ounce
On account, who to blame now ?
Oh hе be crafty with the tongue pound?
Take precautions when stepping inside the compound

Welcome to downtown
Just turn around and raise your legs up in the air now
Dig in her guts
It’s pure charm

Addicted to touch, holding a grudge
We lifted in lust: Significant Thrust
…it’s Just, ugh
It’s Crazy, how we stop your heart beat

Maybe, baby got what we need!
Maybe, lately that’s all we see
Maybe, they just need to be freed
It’s Crazy, how we stop your heart beat

Maybe, baby got what we need
Maybe, lately that’s all we see
Maybe, they just need to be freed
E Equals MC

She’s got a passion
For cheap Fashionova straps
Snapping, soon as she rolls over
Posing for the ‘Gram and the culture

Giving God the glory
On her timeline, is all t#ts
’cause if it’s no pics, then it’s no stories
Giving off the impulse to insert

And feel the p#ss# pulse through
Those jeans, they burst!
By any means, they making us thirst
I mean whatever it is, they making it work

Squeeze in them jeans
So, how in the hell is she making it twerk,huh?
I’m the coldest ’cause
The cold #ss sheet the boldest

Go ahead and hold on “deez”
She loves the way I dig in it deep
The curve at the tip of the dick
Is just a figure of speech

And when I tell it to speak
She making it qweef
Make a wish over that cake we dying to eat
Callin me God, I’m dying to preach

You got what I’m dying to keep
The hips don’t lie
When we lie in our sleep
It’s Crazy, how we stop your heart beat

Maybe, baby got what we need!
Maybe, lately that’s all we see
Maybe, they just need to be freed
It’s Crazy, how we stop your heart beat

Maybe, baby got what we need
Maybe, lately that’s all we see
Maybe, they just need to be freed
Feeling hella good

Feeling hella-
You feel it though?
Feeling hella good
Feeling hella-

No doubt
Feeling hella good
Feeling hella-
You feel it though?

Feeling hella good
Feeling hella-
No doubt
Feeling hella good

Feeling hella
You feel it though?
Feeling hella
Feeling hella-

No doubt
After the party is the after-party
And After the after-party
Is the bedsheets, probably

After the party is the after-party
And After the after-party
Is the bedsheets, shawty
Yeah

You feel it though?
You feel it though?
You feel it though?
No Doubt

You feel it though?
You feel it though?
You feel it though?
No Doubt

Here’s another hit, Ang’Geon
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Us: TheFolks Lyrics – PULSE

Us: TheFolks

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