Breeze Mantana feat. J Hyve - Fire
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Let me stimulate your mind like a high from a blunt
Give you what you want she don't mind that I'm blunt
Watch this bedroom quickly turn into a private club
While I'm kissing on your privates this my kind of love
Her Chloe pumps on lace la perla lingerie
Silk Versace robe on let me take your stress away
Body massages start you off from your head to your feet
And ima throw it long see if you catch it from deep
I'm just playing im so nasty how could I let you pass me
Not smacking on your ass cheeks
That something in your eyes grabs me
And then you grab me my belt is unfastening
You still classy, she filling up my glass with this clicquot
She know you ain't even gotta ask me
I'm quite enthusiastic, about these gymnastics
She grabbing on my head I call it Face masking

Let me make a simple
From the legs to your dimples
This feeling aint a liar
Burning holes in my desire
Yeah
Blame it on that fire
That fire (fire fire)
That fire (fire fire)
Smoking on desire
Baby blame it on that fire
That fire, yeah



Let me, elevate you mind misses
Take your time this is (this is)
Show time and I'm on a mission
Lunch time lunch time my appetite is vicious
Crunch time brunch time feed in my addictions
I don't really smoke but she does, light up the incense
Whatever releases the tension shit I ain't even tripping
If she stripping I'm tipping
If it's dripping I'm sipping
Do it over, the father of learning is repetition
On top she ride out the keys' in the ignition
She think she could put me out I admire ambition
Enough ammunition all night I'm lettin' off
Demolition man knocking down walls, you calling god