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Cover Song Instrumentals Vol​.​1

by J.Bonkaz

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[Verse 1] I know it's late, I know it's late And baby I can't focus, focus I just flew in until the day I'm hoping that you notice, did you notice? I just posted my landing, oh Wondering if the same old understanding, stands I know you got work pretty early, I'll be around 'bout 3:30 Usually you done by one, so baby when I wake you up [Chorus] Just let me rock, sex you back to sleep girl Don't say a word no, don't you talk Just hold on tight to me girl Sex you back to sleep girl, rock you back [Verse 2] Now where you at? Just dropped my bags I'm coming through to meet ya, oh yeah, to meet ya oh I know you're almost half asleep but you know I might just reach ya Girl I need ya, oh Gon' gimme that spare key, oh But if you keep the door unlocked, be ready, oh I know you got work pretty early, I'll be around by 3:30 Usually you're done one, so baby when I wake you up [Chorus] Just let me rock, sex you back to sleep girl Don't say a word no, don't you talk Baby just hold on tight to me girl Sex you back to sleep girl, rock you [Bridge] Ain't sorry that I woke ya, I ain't sorry 'bout ya job Call sick in the morning so I can get a little bit more of your love I know you want me, how you feel me cause you never disagree So when you wake from your sleep, girl [Chorus] Just let me rock, sex you back to sleep girl Don't say a word no, girl don't you talk Just hold on tight to me girl Sex you back to sleep girl, and rock you back [Outro] Ain't sorry that I woke ya, I ain't sorry 'bout ya job, sex you back to sleep girl Call sick in the morning so I can get a little bit more of your love Ain't sorry that I woke ya, I ain't sorry 'bout ya job, sex you back to sleep girl Call sick in the morning so I can get a little bit more of your love
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Uh, thinkin' out loud I must have a quarter million on me right now Hard to make a song 'bout somethin' other than the money Two things I'm 'bout is talkin' blunt and staying blunted Pretty women, are you here? Are you here right now, huh? We should all disappear right now Look, you're gettin' all your friends and you're gettin' in the car And you're comin' to the house, are we clear right now, huh? You see the fleet of all the new things Cop cars with the loose change All white like I move things Niggas see me rollin' and their mood change Like a motherfucker New flow, I got a dozen of 'em I don't trust you, you are undercover I could probably make some step-sisters fuck each other Talkin' filets with the truffle butter Fresh sheets and towels, man she gotta love it Yeah, they all get what they desire from it What, tell them niggas we ain't hidin' from it Yo, thinkin' out loud I must have about a milli on me right now And I ain't talkin' about that Lil Wayne record I'm still the highest sellin' female rapper, for the record Man, this a 65 million single sold I ain't gotta compete with a single soul I'm good with the ballpoint game, finger roll Ask me how to do it, I don't tell a single soul Pretty women, wassup? Is you here right now? You a stand-up or is you in your chair, right now uh? do you hear me? I can't let a wack nigga get near me I might kiss the baddest bitch, if you dare me I ain't never need a man, to take care of me Yo, I'm in that big boy, bitches can't rent this I floss everyday, but I ain't a dentist Your whole style and approach, I invented And I ain't takin' that back, 'cause I meant it Uh, thinkin' out loud I could be broke and keep a million dollar smile LOL to the bank checkin' my account Bank teller flirtin' after checkin' my account Pretty ladies, are you here? Truffle butter on your pussy Cuddle buddies on the low You ain't gotta tell your friend that I eat it in the morning 'Cause she gonna say "I know" Can I hit it in the bathroom? Put your hands on the toilet I'll put one leg on the tub Girl, this my new dance move I just don't know what to call it But bitch you dancing with the stars I ain't nothin' like your last dude what's his name? Not important I bought some cocaine, you can snort it She became a vacuum put it on my dick like carpet Suck the white off like chocolate I'm so heartless, thoughtless, lawless and flawless Smallest regardless, largest in charge and born in New Orleans, get killed for Jordans Skateboard, I'm gnarly, Drake, Tunechi and Barbie you know
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released February 22, 2017

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