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Next - Next Experience lyrics
INTRO-Rock-a-bye baby and it don't stop,when the shirts fall the pants will drop. Down will come boxers,panties and all. It's on, it's on,it's on. Yo(huh)this is RL, and what we tryna do right now is figure out who the freak of the industry is. And we feel like NEXT got to flex with Adina, we gotta take the reigns, you know what I'm sayin'. So what we about to do is put it all on the line. You get yours and I'ma get mine(touch me, touch me)Yo NEXT,Adina,what'sup? CHORUS:You can't handle what I'm 'bout tp give you, a NEXT experience (go head daddy)right(Iwanna ride it with Adina Howard to sleep)I just wanna touch and clutch and feel you, with some whip appeal in it.(go head daddy)(yeah go head momma) VERSE1:Adina-Boy peep this freakin' me, testin' out this feather weight(not me)you can't handle this heavyweight,some talk and I just perpetrate(I got what you need come and get a load of me-oooh yeah) RL-I make her like-when it's on girl I put in work,even when I'm gone we can flex-if you call me collect we can have phone sex 'cause('cause what?)you can't handle this, naw,naw,naw CHORUS: RAP:771-Between my thuggin' I'm butta lovin'-hips bumpin-lips like she just finished lickin' somethin'. She say it takes a beep just to take a peek at something, ball hunters doin' tricks like the Globe Trotters. Politican while I blow skamish. Uh-hum I'm rippin',rappin' Dole daughters.Givin Strobe rythn 'cause his flows proper, and like it rough like some old vodka. Know she freaked out but can't knock her. BRIDGE:I can be your freak until daybreak until the dawn. ADINA-Baby don't front when it's time to bring the bomb RL-I made you feel it and you tell me word is bond I'll have you walkin' funny ADINA-Talk is cheap just give me a beep(alright)we can creep boy you'll get freaked RL-Tell you what baby. NEXT will come next week,I'll make you re-jump me 'cause. CHORUS:(repeat once) RAP:Nasty my type-like it-since it's Adina, yo I might bite it,mad excited, 'bout to get a peep inside it-legs divided,don't lay the wrong way-so I strap while we foreplay and pour more Ze'-down ya neck get yo crack wet, could sweat all day.Stuff the Garci with dob seed, the bomb seed, your oppositions harshly-throw it in you to the embro, knees to chest and NEXT is next the sex. CHORUS |
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