Desire (Rapper) - Tempo Pt. 3 lyrics

[Desire Rapper - Tempo Pt. 3 lyrics]

(What do you desire?, Bitch, haha)
Woah, go (Woah)

We still ridin' 'round in the 4
I got designer all on my clothes
I'm fuckin' wit' you fasho'
I can show you how it really go
When you fuckin' wit' a rich nigga
Count up the money, yeah, I love the figures
And it's "Free all my niggas"
The ones that love to pull triggers

I've been tryna' take it real slow
Your body tight, got me feelin' right
Girl you know we got something
Baby I know you tryna' pretend tryna fix a

The cup got me movin' slow
On the way to Orlando
Tell em' "You better play your roles"
Cause you know, I know


The last bitch tried to play me
Now I'm riding in a new Mercedes
Yeah, it's cool to call you baby
But you really drive me crazy
Don't fuck with the tempo
We've been doing good, we can't let go
Gotta pour the deuce up in my Faygo
In San Diego we was so strong
So when did it all go wrong
'Tryna do this all on your own
She in this bitch, takin' off her thongs

Don't fuck up the tempo
Ridin' 'round in the 4
Designer all on my toes
My diamonds on me rose gold
I can take you where you wanna go, baby
Let's move slow i ain't tryna go too fast
I would never put you in last

We still ridin' 'round in the 4
I got designer all on my clothes
I'm fuckin' wit' you fasho'
I can show you how it really go
When you fuckin' wit' a rich nigga
Count up the money, yeah, I love the figures
And It's "Free all my niggas"
The ones that love to pull triggers

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