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Cunninlynguists - "Yellow Lines"
Lyrics to Yellow Lines : (feat. Phonte, Witchdoctor) [Hook: Deacon] It feels alright So just lay back into the night But dont lose sight Make sure you watch those Yellow Lines [Verse 1: Natti] Im DUI in her eyes, but fuck tapping the brakes Lets shorten up the time fantasy take Stroke her ego slow til her vanity quake Satin hair, silk skin, wet panties and lace, the Fabric of love, the thrill of the chase Blunted, lovin the highway, spinnin in place My hands are Sex Pistols, strapped to her waist Strange fruitin lip gloss, try and savor the taste We can both play games, exchange fake names Paint pictures of lust using both our frames Remain unaware of the spell you under Prisoner of love when given my cell number High off love, lust in your joints Kiss and tellin the tale of our sex exploits Yo relationship sank out to sea Now you floating on driftwood behind fucking with me [Hook] [Verse 2: Witchdoctor] I put a spell on them hoes I have em in the corner on Patron at the shows I can tell when they aint from around here The spell start working when my finger say come here Im not a pimp, Im not a trick But please believe me I can have any bitch They call me short, dark and handsome Kidnap your girl, send your man a little ransom (Hey) Hey! Im making major moves, wont you holla back Hoes twisting my hair with some o that beeswax At the club she say she dont dance But she bouncing on that hot thang in my pants Ya got money, take her out tonight to eat She coming over after you finish with the Applebees Bobby said slow down, I say go slow Im the reason she dont fuck witchu no more Im the reason for her being on the pill Im the reason Sir Charles had to chill To get her freaky dont need a bottle o gin And we be fucking like the world bout to end Ey, I put a spell on them hoes Forgive me Lord, but Im hell on them hoes Yeah, I put a spell on them hoes Forgive me Lord, but Im hell on them hoes Hey, I put a spell on them hoes Forgive me Lord, but Im hell on them hoes I just, I put a spell on them hoes Forgive me Lord, but Im hell on them hoes, hell on them hoes [Verse 3: Phonte] She used to call me late at night Didnt take long to see that we were a-alikes On the same page, just couldnt get it right McIntosh of my eye, let me take a mega bite I cordially invite you to come take a ride in my thoughts Switch memory lanes while we dreamin, wanderin And in return Ill strip my inhibitions And go skinny dipping in your stream of consciousness She said it sounds tempting And I dont want to catch feelings But this urge is calling me bad I said well suga, if ya worried bout catching feelings Chances are you already have And theres no need to deny ourselves I mean, lie to each other and deprive ourselves Denials not a game Im prepared to play So I express things most niggas scared to say Put a spell on em, Forgive me Lord but Im hell on em Baby we grown folk, So let me longstroke And send em back to they man with my smell on em Let me be quiet before I tell on em [Hook] [ Yellow Lines Lyrics ]
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