This shit old to me
Got me questioning the god's
Like its blasphemy
She's got a pretty face
Tight waist
And she shaking that ass for me
I let her hang with me
I let her hang with me
This shit old to me
Got me questioning the god's
Like its blasphemy
She's got a pretty face
Tight waist
And she shaking that ass for me
I let her hang with me
I let her hang with me
(Ayy)
Cutie with the booty
Whats going on
Looking like a beauty
You showing off
If you picky
Then I'm choosy
And going off
So won't you just back it up
And make it simple
Ah
Cause
I can't get you
Off
My mental
Ah so won't you back it up and make it simple
Ah cause I can't get you off my mental
Your eyes got me trapped
Your thighs got me wrapped
Your mind games
Got me
Using cheat codes
Feeling like
I'm in beast mode
Got me ripping off your clothes
Into freak mode
Got me
Dipping at ungodly hours
Running out of time
Yet still picturing you in the shower
And I know this is deja vu man
Cause this shit
(This shit)
(Aaaaahh)
This shit old to me
Got me questioning the god's
Like its blasphemy
She's got a pretty face
Tight waist
And she shaking that ass for me
I let her hang with me
I let her hang with me
Ah she know im addicted
The way that she do it
She driving me crazy
Its only prescriptions (lean)
Living my life like its scripted
She wants my baby but I do think of wanting the same shit
I know I'ma hate it
But I had to leave
Just to get lifted
So my
Lifestyle
Ridiculous
Homie I'm just sick of this
Cause
I think she really shallow
She was only here for the face lift
She a gold digger
So I let her dig
Put the work in, graveyard shift
Had to let her dip
Bags packed
Man I'm over all of this shit
Way too much baggage on shoulders
I mean this shit is older than a pair of penny f*cken loafers
(Aaaaaahh)
This shit old to me
Got me questioning the God's
Like its blasphemy
She's got a pretty face
Tight waist
And she shaking that ass for me
I let her hang with me
I let her hang with me
This shit old to me
Got me questioning the god's
Like its blasphemy
She's got a pretty face
Tight waist
And she shaking that ass for me
I let her hang with me
I let her hang with me
Saintsin - Blasphemy Lyrics
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This shit old to me
Got me questioning the god's
Like its blasphemy
She's got a pretty face
Tight waist
And she shaking that ass for me
I let her hang with me
I let her hang with me
This shit old to me
Got me questioning the god's
Like its blasphemy
She's got a pretty face
Tight waist
And she shaking that ass for me
I let her hang with me
I let her hang with me
(Ayy)
Cutie with the booty
Whats going on
Looking like a beauty
You showing off
If you picky
Then I'm choosy
And going off
So won't you just back it up
And make it simple
Ah
Cause
I can't get you
Off
My mental
Ah so won't you back it up and make it simple
Ah cause I can't get you off my mental
Your eyes got me trapped
Your thighs got me wrapped
Your mind games
Got me
Using cheat codes
Feeling like
I'm in beast mode
Got me ripping off your clothes
Into freak mode
Got me
Dipping at ungodly hours
Running out of time
Yet still picturing you in the shower
And I know this is deja vu man
Cause this shit
(This shit)
(Aaaaahh)
This shit old to me
Got me questioning the god's
Like its blasphemy
She's got a pretty face
Tight waist
And she shaking that ass for me
I let her hang with me
I let her hang with me
Ah she know im addicted
The way that she do it
She driving me crazy
Its only prescriptions (lean)
Living my life like its scripted
She wants my baby but I do think of wanting the same shit
I know I'ma hate it
But I had to leave
Just to get lifted
So my
Lifestyle
Ridiculous
Homie I'm just sick of this
Cause
I think she really shallow
She was only here for the face lift
She a gold digger
So I let her dig
Put the work in, graveyard shift
Had to let her dip
Bags packed
Man I'm over all of this shit
Way too much baggage on shoulders
I mean this shit is older than a pair of penny f*cken loafers
(Aaaaaahh)
This shit old to me
Got me questioning the God's
Like its blasphemy
She's got a pretty face
Tight waist
And she shaking that ass for me
I let her hang with me
I let her hang with me
This shit old to me
Got me questioning the god's
Like its blasphemy
She's got a pretty face
Tight waist
And she shaking that ass for me
I let her hang with me
I let her hang with me
Got me questioning the god's
Like its blasphemy
She's got a pretty face
Tight waist
And she shaking that ass for me
I let her hang with me
I let her hang with me
This shit old to me
Got me questioning the god's
Like its blasphemy
She's got a pretty face
Tight waist
And she shaking that ass for me
I let her hang with me
I let her hang with me
(Ayy)
Cutie with the booty
Whats going on
Looking like a beauty
You showing off
If you picky
Then I'm choosy
And going off
So won't you just back it up
And make it simple
Ah
Cause
I can't get you
Off
My mental
Ah so won't you back it up and make it simple
Ah cause I can't get you off my mental
Your eyes got me trapped
Your thighs got me wrapped
Your mind games
Got me
Using cheat codes
Feeling like
I'm in beast mode
Got me ripping off your clothes
Into freak mode
Got me
Dipping at ungodly hours
Running out of time
Yet still picturing you in the shower
And I know this is deja vu man
Cause this shit
(This shit)
(Aaaaahh)
This shit old to me
Got me questioning the god's
Like its blasphemy
She's got a pretty face
Tight waist
And she shaking that ass for me
I let her hang with me
I let her hang with me
Ah she know im addicted
The way that she do it
She driving me crazy
Its only prescriptions (lean)
Living my life like its scripted
She wants my baby but I do think of wanting the same shit
I know I'ma hate it
But I had to leave
Just to get lifted
So my
Lifestyle
Ridiculous
Homie I'm just sick of this
Cause
I think she really shallow
She was only here for the face lift
She a gold digger
So I let her dig
Put the work in, graveyard shift
Had to let her dip
Bags packed
Man I'm over all of this shit
Way too much baggage on shoulders
I mean this shit is older than a pair of penny f*cken loafers
(Aaaaaahh)
This shit old to me
Got me questioning the God's
Like its blasphemy
She's got a pretty face
Tight waist
And she shaking that ass for me
I let her hang with me
I let her hang with me
This shit old to me
Got me questioning the god's
Like its blasphemy
She's got a pretty face
Tight waist
And she shaking that ass for me
I let her hang with me
I let her hang with me
Writer: Brandon Everton
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