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letra de does she like it? - phrase

[intro: phrase]
just let it run

[chorus: daniel merriweather, phrase & brad strut]
does she want it? (yeah, she needs it)
does she take it? (yeah, she thieves it)
does she crave it? (nah, she fiends it
she lays back! like a queen, l1cks her lips like she means it)
does she like it? (yeah, she loved it)
does she l1ck it? (nah, she stroked it)
does she want it? (yeah, she grinds it
she leans back on her knees, l1cks her lips and invites it)

[verse 1: phrase]
glance over the bar, she’s a hot thing
thighs like a thoroughbred, trots with a hot swing
seductive features, cheekbones sharp as razor blades
perfect curvature, glide through smoke like a laser ray
yeah, i gotta touch her, it’s a must for self development
slam a couple shotties back to put me in my element
the talk’s irrelevant, there’s something else between us
i’ve seen it, she’s always acting cheeky and devious
will she leave me believing i’m sleazy or fiending but sweet when i’m dreaming
of s-x with a meaning? i’m needing an evening
with rubbing and t–thing, no scrubbing or cleaning, just hugging and reeming
i’m planning a plot to put a stop to her clubbing this evening
so what you want, what you wanna get, you wanna get
with phraser make your body hot, you gotta sweat
i’m on a need to know basis and, baby, i need to know
if your willing to make the bomb then i’m ready to let it blow

[verse 2: brad strut]
i get ’em naked off a gl-ss of cl-ssy chardonnay
and make ’em take it like a b-tch, you know i’m hard to play
forsakin’ riches for the dollar, make ’em suck ‘n’ run
she kinda active, this is practice when i f-ck on rum
no chase, i’m off my face, but seeing clear as day an’ sun
i do it proper, ain’t no need to ever fake it, hun
the helicopter and the swivel, i can go all night
the way i chop hers never simple, i can sew it tight
but ain’t no needle, i’m a zebra changing colour quick
and the sequels better when i’m growing long d-cks
growin’ strong, gotta be fit like we was running in a marathon
fully equipped so grab a chick and get your rabbit on
a vagabond, driftin’ upon systems
searching for a strong vixen to knock hips with
sarcome, this is a stars hit list
i part limbs with my charm and disarm knickers and bras
as far as pimp is, i’m way past it
insane b-st-rd, so witness i maim carnage
the pretty ones, the big t-tty ones
the cuties with the booties, not the itty bitty ones

- phrase

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