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Can We Go Again
by Trilla Trell
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Real shit
The sex game sick and ain't nobody iller
Honey call me "Trilla, the Coochie Killa"
Slick with a silver tongue and platinum dick
Ya can't fathom how the stroke get so immaculate
Graze ya ribs, keep ya cummin' quick
How I beat the guts apart
If I get any deeper, I'mma touch ya heart
True word
I spread legs like colds in the winter
When I enter
I'mma hit ya g-spot dead center
Won't be long before the creaming and screaming
Cries out for god, cuz I be's a sex demon
Snatching souls, seen it in ya facial
You never ever licked dick this tasteful
Sucking till ya nose running
Moving distasteful
The cock'll drive you unstable
But who could blame you?
I'm blessed with more mack than 11's
Guaranteed to please
Got ya weakened at the knees
Every second
You's in heaven
Beginning to the end
Racing to a nut
I'mma always let her win
Still breathing heavy
Like, "can we go again?"
Catch a second wind
She'll have stories for her friends
Babygirl, you's in heaven
Beginning to the end
Racing to a nut
I'mma always let her win
Still breathing heavy
Like, "can we go again?"
Catch a second wind
She'll have stories for her friends
On my back stroking
Hip deep baby in ya ocean
Eyes opened
Peeped the depths of ya soul
And
Right hand
Gripping on ya throat
Left controlling
Roller coaster motions
Heavy on the moaning
How it's going, run it back in the morning
Fa'sho
Ya peoples and ya neighbors know my name
Like Trey
Smooth young nigga
Bust nuts to SZA and Jhené
In the background for the full effect
The LED's red
Rap scholar, so my head on genius
Believe this
My profession is my tongue
Spitting hella crazy
Ain't no wonder why ya sprung
Gushing agua by the ton
As I lay pipe
Flashbacks strike through ya day like daylight
Through kitchen curtains
For certain, when ya working
Dreaming bout me
Feening bout the, lethal loaded weapon
That I carry in these briefs
Know she want another session
Out in heaven
Beginning to the end
Racing to a nut
I'mma always let her win
Still breathing heavy
Like, "can we go again?"
Catch a second wind
She'll have stories for her friends
Babygirl, you's in heaven
Beginning to the end
Racing to a nut
I'mma always let her win
Still breathing heavy
Like, "can we go again?"
Catch a second wind
She'll have stories for her friends
Real shit
The sex game sick and ain't nobody iller
Honey call me "Trilla, the Coochie Killa"
Slick with a silver tongue and platinum dick
Ya can't fathom how the stroke get so immaculate
Graze ya ribs, keep ya cummin' quick
How I beat the guts apart
If I get any deeper, I'mma touch ya heart
True word
I spread legs like colds in the winter
When I enter
I'mma hit ya g-spot dead center
Won't be long before the creaming and screaming
Cries out for god, cuz I be's a sex demon
Snatching souls, seen it in ya facial
You never ever licked dick this tasteful
Sucking till ya nose running
Moving distasteful
The cock'll drive you unstable
But who could blame you?
I'm blessed with more mack than 11's
Guaranteed to please
Got ya weakened at the knees
Every second
You's in heaven
Beginning to the end
Racing to a nut
I'mma always let her win
Still breathing heavy
Like, "can we go again?"
Catch a second wind
She'll have stories for her friends
Babygirl, you's in heaven
Beginning to the end
Racing to a nut
I'mma always let her win
Still breathing heavy
Like, "can we go again?"
Catch a second wind
She'll have stories for her friends
On my back stroking
Hip deep baby in ya ocean
Eyes opened
Peeped the depths of ya soul
And
Right hand
Gripping on ya throat
Left controlling
Roller coaster motions
Heavy on the moaning
How it's going, run it back in the morning
Fa'sho
Ya peoples and ya neighbors know my name
Like Trey
Smooth young nigga
Bust nuts to SZA and Jhené
In the background for the full effect
The LED's red
Rap scholar, so my head on genius
Believe this
My profession is my tongue
Spitting hella crazy
Ain't no wonder why ya sprung
Gushing agua by the ton
As I lay pipe
Flashbacks strike through ya day like daylight
Through kitchen curtains
For certain, when ya working
Dreaming bout me
Feening bout the, lethal loaded weapon
That I carry in these briefs
Know she want another session
Out in heaven
Beginning to the end
Racing to a nut
I'mma always let her win
Still breathing heavy
Like, "can we go again?"
Catch a second wind
She'll have stories for her friends
Babygirl, you's in heaven
Beginning to the end
Racing to a nut
I'mma always let her win
Still breathing heavy
Like, "can we go again?"
Catch a second wind
She'll have stories for her friends
