Rozz Dyliams, Purp Dogg - Show Me, Show Me lyrics
[Rozz Dyliams, Purp Dogg - Show Me, Show Me lyrics]
Hips tit's lips power
When you walk around with all
That my thoughts are so
Dirty I think I need to take a shower
Thinking about you in the witching hour
In the thunder shower tossing and turning
Back and forth on my sobakawa
Thinking about all the different positions
That I want ya working out a way to work my
Way into getting some Shawnna
At a glance I caught you
Glancing over casanova checking out
Each other through the reflection
Of the kitchen counter
Mind is going crazy in circles
Until they surround ya
Sexual glands at the mating dance
Are swirling around ya
Losing track of time the way that I'm
Thinking about disintegration of
The comfort zone i gotta take you outta
I think you need a Patrick Bateman
Kinda guy in your life
To take you to Canlis and
Endlessly show you highеr culture
Wanted to own your whole bеing ever
Since I first saw ya walkin'
Up out of central co-op with
A coffee stain on ya
Bangarang, I got two tickets to stomp we
Could watch them bang them thangs
And maybe go to my house
I been fantasizing bout more than
Just analyzing important little details
That most people would think
Are mundane about ya
But the secrets deep inside ya come
Alive and come right out ya
Wanna push a button, get reaction
Write a caption on ya
If ya feel some kind of way
Or have a thought of some dismay
Then I'ma say it's best to push it
To the back and keep it movin'
Cause you ridin' with the one they call
The man who make it thunder
So no wonder, why you wonder
Why it isn't raining on ya
I could turn it up a bit
I take it that you want it vulgar
You disgraceful cellulitis how I loathe it
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When you walk around with all
That my thoughts are so
Dirty I think I need to take a shower
Thinking about you in the witching hour
In the thunder shower tossing and turning
Back and forth on my sobakawa
Thinking about all the different positions
That I want ya working out a way to work my
Way into getting some Shawnna
At a glance I caught you
Glancing over casanova checking out
Each other through the reflection
Of the kitchen counter
Mind is going crazy in circles
Until they surround ya
Sexual glands at the mating dance
Are swirling around ya
Losing track of time the way that I'm
Thinking about disintegration of
The comfort zone i gotta take you outta
I think you need a Patrick Bateman
Kinda guy in your life
To take you to Canlis and
Endlessly show you highеr culture
Wanted to own your whole bеing ever
Since I first saw ya walkin'
Up out of central co-op with
A coffee stain on ya
Bangarang, I got two tickets to stomp we
Could watch them bang them thangs
And maybe go to my house
I been fantasizing bout more than
Just analyzing important little details
That most people would think
Are mundane about ya
But the secrets deep inside ya come
Alive and come right out ya
Wanna push a button, get reaction
Write a caption on ya
If ya feel some kind of way
Or have a thought of some dismay
Then I'ma say it's best to push it
To the back and keep it movin'
Cause you ridin' with the one they call
The man who make it thunder
So no wonder, why you wonder
Why it isn't raining on ya
I could turn it up a bit
I take it that you want it vulgar
You disgraceful cellulitis how I loathe it
End of comment