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Mode
by Frank Jordon
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Ok
Look
Yeah you got me in that mode
Girl you nasty on that pole
Girl I'm bout to snatch your soul for real
Candy Rain, she got Soul For Real
Fingernails match your toes for real
Girl you know you icy
On fleek, white tee
And your heart cold for real
Ay ay ay
Yeah you got me in that mode
Girl you nasty on that pole
Girl I'm bout to snatch your soul for real
Candy Rain, she got Soul For Real
Fingernails match your toes for real
Girl you know you icy
On fleek, white tee
And your heart cold for real
Throw back the seat
Pick up your leg
I do the most just to beat it up
We been texting for weeks
You ain't in the street
I might just eat if you sweet enough
She been runnin' good game, put your sneakers up
Wanna fuck in the whip, turn the speakers up
We done ran through 'bout two or three rubbers, uh
You shocked that a nigga can keep it up
Got your hands on the window, it's heating up
Said the front seat let you do what riders do
But the back seat let me fall inside of you
I can get nasty wit you
Cause you get nasty for me
Go 'head and do your fuckin' thing babe
Hey, hey, hey, hey yeah yeah
Yeah you got me in that mode
Girl you nasty on that pole
Girl I'm bout to snatch your soul for real
Candy Rain, she got Soul For Real
Fingernails match your toes for real
Girl you know you icy
On fleek, white tee
And your heart cold for real
Ay ay ay
Yeah you got me in that mode
Girl you nasty on that pole
Girl I'm bout to snatch your soul for real
Candy Rain, she got Soul For Real
Fingernails match your toes for real
Girl you know you icy
On fleek, white tee
And your heart cold for real
Rain fall down, half past 2
You want that back seat love
Tongue on you
I got you drippin' in my hand
You might make a mess
Now you look at you drippin' on my leg
We gon' need a bed, babe
Ay
Cause the front seat make you do what riders do, babe
But the back seat let me fall inside of you
I can get nasty wit you
Cause you get nasty for me
Go 'head and do your fuckin' thing babe
Hey, hey, hey, hey yeah yeah
Yeah you got me in that mode
Girl you nasty on that pole
Girl I'm bout to snatch your soul for real
Candy Rain, she got Soul For Real
Fingernails match your toes for real
Girl you know you icy
On fleek, white tee
And your heart cold for real
Ay ay ay
Yeah you got me in that mode
Girl you nasty on that pole
Girl I'm bout to snatch your soul for real
Candy Rain, she got Soul For Real
Fingernails match your toes for real
Girl you know you icy
On fleek, white tee
And your heart cold for real
Ay ay ay
Beat it up like The Block Symphony made it
Ok
Look
Yeah you got me in that mode
Girl you nasty on that pole
Girl I'm bout to snatch your soul for real
Candy Rain, she got Soul For Real
Fingernails match your toes for real
Girl you know you icy
On fleek, white tee
And your heart cold for real
Ay ay ay
Yeah you got me in that mode
Girl you nasty on that pole
Girl I'm bout to snatch your soul for real
Candy Rain, she got Soul For Real
Fingernails match your toes for real
Girl you know you icy
On fleek, white tee
And your heart cold for real
Throw back the seat
Pick up your leg
I do the most just to beat it up
We been texting for weeks
You ain't in the street
I might just eat if you sweet enough
She been runnin' good game, put your sneakers up
Wanna fuck in the whip, turn the speakers up
We done ran through 'bout two or three rubbers, uh
You shocked that a nigga can keep it up
Got your hands on the window, it's heating up
Said the front seat let you do what riders do
But the back seat let me fall inside of you
I can get nasty wit you
Cause you get nasty for me
Go 'head and do your fuckin' thing babe
Hey, hey, hey, hey yeah yeah
Yeah you got me in that mode
Girl you nasty on that pole
Girl I'm bout to snatch your soul for real
Candy Rain, she got Soul For Real
Fingernails match your toes for real
Girl you know you icy
On fleek, white tee
And your heart cold for real
Ay ay ay
Yeah you got me in that mode
Girl you nasty on that pole
Girl I'm bout to snatch your soul for real
Candy Rain, she got Soul For Real
Fingernails match your toes for real
Girl you know you icy
On fleek, white tee
And your heart cold for real
Rain fall down, half past 2
You want that back seat love
Tongue on you
I got you drippin' in my hand
You might make a mess
Now you look at you drippin' on my leg
We gon' need a bed, babe
Ay
Cause the front seat make you do what riders do, babe
But the back seat let me fall inside of you
I can get nasty wit you
Cause you get nasty for me
Go 'head and do your fuckin' thing babe
Hey, hey, hey, hey yeah yeah
Yeah you got me in that mode
Girl you nasty on that pole
Girl I'm bout to snatch your soul for real
Candy Rain, she got Soul For Real
Fingernails match your toes for real
Girl you know you icy
On fleek, white tee
And your heart cold for real
Ay ay ay
Yeah you got me in that mode
Girl you nasty on that pole
Girl I'm bout to snatch your soul for real
Candy Rain, she got Soul For Real
Fingernails match your toes for real
Girl you know you icy
On fleek, white tee
And your heart cold for real
Ay ay ay
Beat it up like The Block Symphony made it
