Sam Lans!
The Allure
She wanna whip in the foreign
She wanna drip in Dior
She wanna trip
Take a flight out to Paris
She told me buy out the store

She wanna drip in Dior
She wanna fit
All couture
She cost a grip
Took flight out to Paris
I said we’ll be back by the morn

She want me to buy out the bar
And maybe go buy a new car

I’m Gripping them hips
She licking my lips
I play with the clit like guitar

She say I’m the man
I’m that bul
But that shit was cap
That Shit bull
It had a grip When I put in the tip
Swear that pussy was different before
She wanna talk
Get know me
But I’m trying score
Like Kobe
Heard the kitty kat fat
Let N***a tap tap
Might lick it if it’s bald
Like moby

Its never been simple
But my life’s a breeze
If it’s right tempo
She open like keys
I’m good in my hood
I can get what you need
She called my dick Ripley
She could not believe
The girl super sleaze
Down her knees
Put the pussy on my mustache
I could not breathe
Open wide
I’m a bust that
Upgrade you from a bus pass
A crime to be that fine
You a dime
You a must have
She wanna drip in couture
She wanna thug like Shakur
So I had to be the bul
She In love with the allure
She wanna drip in Dior
She never good
She need more
So I had to be the bul
She in love with the allure