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letra de privacy (remix)2 - yamine

[intro:yamine]
yo boy yamine let’s get it

[verse 1: yamine]
this chick better show that -ss
and also get my cash
she ain’t never stopping
cuz i don’t want this to last
me and chris brown throw some hunnids on the floor
watch me smash that p-ssy, knowing i want some more
freaky chick i’m gone
see me in throne
if you ain’t talking money then please leave me alone
hundreds i’m thrown
i know that i’m home
how can you be a sl-t with them nice j’s on?
hey baby girl i just want to make love to you
even though you like it when i touch on you
i be like a king in these sheets
when i rub on you
and you know i’ll eat the f-ck outta that p-ssy
cuz i adore you
hey
hey shawty it’s yo birthday
friday 17th, not a thursday
i remember back in the day i was thirsty
thirsty for that body
i’m shootin 3’s in you just like curry
(yeah just like curry don’t you get it? no never mind remix)

[chorus: chris brown]
ay you, gal, with all the tight up skirt
get that -ss in the bed, i’ma lock the door
shake that -ss like boom shakalacka, boom shakalacka (boom, boom)
we don’t need n-body watching us (yikes!)
no eyes but your eyes
ain’t n-body here but you and me
licking your private parts (boom shakalacka, hahaha)
and i know you love your privacy

[verse 2: chris brown]
you don’t need a shower, you already wet
know that p-ssy power, telling me, i ain’t ready yet
i say, “f-ck it,” face my fears, baby
when i lick it, i put tears in it
put my face in it, eat it like a dinner date
you know i love foreplay, 12 play, everything
know my lovin’ don’t change
i don’t really give a f-ck what a hater say
’cause you fine, baby
and it’s alright ’cause you’re all mine, baby, ooh, hoo
girl, i’ma let you get crazy

[verse 3: chris brown]
baby, i promise i won’t tell n-body
just long as you let me hit it like every night
i could give a f-ck ‘bout the club, ’cause that p-ssy tight
do a split on it, drop it, baby, show you right
i’ma split your weave and you askin’ me to stay the night
whipped cream on your t-tties, then you suckin’ on my d-ck with ice
oh my god, oh my god, my b-tch get me right
ain’t gotta pay for that p-ssy, my d-ck can change your life
i’m tired of missionary, wanna see you on your face
put that -ss up in the air, i’m lovin’ how that p-ssy taste
d-mn, on your side, on your side
stop runnin’ from this d-ck, i ain’t ’bout to let you slide this time

[outro: chris brown]
privacy
boom shakalacka
hahaha

- yamine

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