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 [Hook chris brown & (tyga)] 
Girl you know we got the time 
Got that pussy on my mind 
Later on, what are we doing? 
I know you're ready, show that ass 
Girl you looking so bad, getting horny watching you do it 
Girl I wanna kiss it, while you kissin your girlfriends 
I wanna see a whole lot of licking, that's a memory 
(Yeah, bet I make that pussy remember me) 
[Verse 1 chris brown] 
I be banging all on that beat 
808, she got the bass when her booty shake 
She got her friends with her and they a sight to see 
All that ass, don't let it go to waste 
All this hennessy, the liquor, 'bout to penetrate 
While I'm pushing lamborghini's on the interstate 
I long-dick her, I'ma go for hours 
You minute-made like lemonade 
I'm fresh as fuck in these margielas 
I skate past a nigga better than veterans 
Bipolar cold, give me the medicine 
My chain too bright, no thomas edison 
When I pull it out, bitch nervous 
Better ride this wave - bitch, surf it 
Girl, you better keep them legs open 
The only thing you close is these curtains 
And she only got time for a nigga if I take her out to eat 
A nigga really gotta motivate 
Man, that's too much work for the pussy 
I don't work for the pussy, nigga really don't communicate 
I'd rather lick it like a dinner plate 
I'd rather keep my money in a safe 
Bitch, I ain't got time to play 
I need it now, not a minute late. 
[Hook] 
Girl you know we got the time 
Got that pussy on my mind 
Later on, what are we doing? 
I know you're ready, show that ass 
Girl you looking so bad, getting horny watching you do it 
Girl I wanna kiss it, while you kissin your girlfriends 
I wanna see a whole lot of licking, that's a memory 
(Yeah, bet I make that pussy remember me) 
[Verse 2 tyga] 
Drive your head to a king, nigga 
Dream house, my dream's bigger 
Got a deck of cards if my heart switch up 
Ace of spades, her eyes lit up 
Diamonds glitter in my car, thriller 
She pray for me, that's god willin 
I'm hard to break my boss prison 
Her new name  ass-zilla 
She love a nigga and that pussy tight 
Come thru, fuck you all night 
Some foreplay, that's all right 
But she rather do number 69 
High notes, it's prime time 
On a couch, hit it from behind 
Hit you with that large stroke 
Now she fiendin' for that good dope, yeah 
That's my bae, she cook and clean and I got it made 
Handcuff like she a slave, touch ya, let ya tongue taste 
So high, no ceiling space 
Numb to it, can't feel her face 
Yeah, she numb to it, can't feel her face. 
[Hook] 
Girl you know we got the time 
Got that pussy on my mind 
Later on, what are we doing? 
I know you're ready, show that ass 
Girl you looking so bad, getting horny watching you do it 
Girl I wanna kiss it, while you kissin your girlfriends 
I wanna see a whole lot of licking, that's a memory 
(Yeah, bet I make that pussy remember me) 
[Verse 3 chris brown] 
Blowing up my line on the cellular 
She wanna lock a nigga down, on the regular 
Talking crazy to me like she own the dick 
But I don't trust her as far as I can throw the bitch 
Momma told me to find a keeper 
But I switch like designer sneakers 
A girl with the finest features 
Every nigga wanna talk to her 
But I got her first, finders keepers 
Violins in the back, is my theme music 
Her ass on my mind, I dream booty 
Any nigga tryna fuck my bitch 
Then its off with his head, how kings do it 
My rings ruby 
Red bandana, I stay woopin' 
Got too many cribs, I stay movin' 
Three lambos, I stay coupin' 
Yeah, but you don't hear me though 
Virginia to the westside 
My car foreign, the girl sit on the left side 
Smokin' weed on the plane, that's the best high 
She gotta sign the waiver 'fore I let her fly 
It's helipads on the boat 
Chilling in the south of france, saint-tropez, nice, monaco 
But nothing compare to what's in my pants 
Girl, stop playing! 
[Hook] 
Girl you know we got the time 
Got that pussy on my mind 
Later on, what are we doing? 
I know you're ready, show that ass 
Girl you looking so bad, getting horny watching you do it 
Girl I wanna kiss it, while you kissin your girlfriends 
I wanna see a whole lot of licking, that's a memory 
(Yeah, bet I make that pussy remember me) 
            
 
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