- 3rd Bass Monte hall 歌詞
- 3rd Bass
- '3rd place is everything, Cmon, Ill show you.'
Tight fit, dim lit spot, is where Im movin to
Sweaty but these slow tracks start soothin you
Light-skinned, steps into the picture
Program is fixed, the mix will let you get your
Hand around waist, space drippin from moisture
Strokin the neck, you suspect that shell voice her
Approval, whippin and flippin your pelvis
Brothers step in, step off, you get selfish
Yours for the take-home
So she can take up space at your place
but then you start to wake up
Groove goes to fade, introductions are made
Love my name is Serch, now step for some shade in the dancehall
'3rd place is everything'
Soulfully smooth, she slithered to a solo
Spot to drop her bass and Ill follow
Fiend on a focus, I spoke this figure of speech
Supposed to sway those who seek
Such wisdom, wildly workin towards a woman
Therefore shes drawn, to the other mans
Intentions of a G, tryin to stump me
Announced presence in the house of Mr. Puffy
Smoke filled the tight packed system
A rack of skirt, kit for a victim
A three-stage pleasure on a principle
As I step and drop a syllable
A syllabus spoken by the 3rd on sss-swooin
A female, to impale, push-up, smooth
And turn to spurn desire, that all ?
Another episode in the dancehall
'3rd place is everything'
Step to the A.M., playin a song thats slow
Low tempo kicks lyrics to those who show
A need to step to a def 3rd Bassment
A wink of eye, the smile of a face
And Im D O W N to send shock waves
Up the spine, while the clock saves
Just enough ticks to lick neck to your lips
Mouth to mouth, palm upon hips
Sigh in pleasure, measures the heat up
Nibble my neck, the affection I eat up
Dine like a diner, hot enough to simmer
Jam comes to a close , come give a
Number of seven in regard to the residents
Told the mob that I slobbed and showed evidence
Lipstick on the quill, a digit to call
Another lovestruck, stuck to the wall of the dancehall
'3rd place is everything'
Steppin over heads that swayed
You move over and the records played
Swayed over smoothly, soothin a listener
Undergoes wanted death of a dancer
To twist over you rises your liquor
Slight panic on a dancehall picture
Motion flows, scene gets hectic
Freakin bones like an epileptic
Melody moves scenario to chaos
Pursue principles and then you shoot livest
So called, its boots that rise and fall
Steppin to the A.M., in the dancehall
'3rd place is everything'
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