
Real Russ
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[Chorus]
I wanna feel the thrill, just for now
Nothing too big a deal, cause it falls down
Harder the bigger it gets
Caught up in the shape of your silhouette
Want a little more than just sex
Hold me still, just thought I'd keep it-
[Verse 1]
Yeah, we take a shot of 1942
That's not intoxicating as a single drop of you
I'm on top of you, too sentimental
I'm a gentleman but I know when to not be gentle
I support you, let me lift up your dress
You like doggy I'm behind you girl 100%
Was such a beautiful mess
No need to clean up, I got your feet up
You were starving me for months, it's a feast when we meet up
Jesus, thе way you worship me got me convertin' (truе)
Open up your legs, close the curtains
Don't let the black suburban waiting outside kill the romance
Strippin' in the bedroom, why we tryin' to slow dance (why)
No chance, we catching feelings, you come through the gate
Fuckin' on my deck, love is blind, my neighbors ain't
Best pussy is the newest, you were at the top of my to-do list
Now I'm wanting more, girl, the truth is
I wanna feel the thrill, just for now
Nothing too big a deal, cause it falls down
Harder the bigger it gets
Caught up in the shape of your silhouette
Want a little more than just sex
Hold me still, just thought I'd keep it-
[Verse 1]
Yeah, we take a shot of 1942
That's not intoxicating as a single drop of you
I'm on top of you, too sentimental
I'm a gentleman but I know when to not be gentle
I support you, let me lift up your dress
You like doggy I'm behind you girl 100%
Was such a beautiful mess
No need to clean up, I got your feet up
You were starving me for months, it's a feast when we meet up
Jesus, thе way you worship me got me convertin' (truе)
Open up your legs, close the curtains
Don't let the black suburban waiting outside kill the romance
Strippin' in the bedroom, why we tryin' to slow dance (why)
No chance, we catching feelings, you come through the gate
Fuckin' on my deck, love is blind, my neighbors ain't
Best pussy is the newest, you were at the top of my to-do list
Now I'm wanting more, girl, the truth is
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