to me Uncover, discover and baby talk to me IA'm thinking of your liquid touch A little love, just canA't get enough (2x) Slow and cool a liquid smooth
Traducció: Pas a pas Soundtrack líquid. Tocat.
't the money that made me look Let's just keep it real babe I could give a damn about the way you cook You need a little motivation baby Lemme pour a little liquid
paper clips into the shapes of small animals Maybe I could get on, on David Letterman I think I made a big mistake Where's my liquid paper? Where's my liquid
sure the door was quiet when it closed. And as I walked into the darkness, I could sense a wakened sharpness penetrating deep within the room. Then I touched
is nothing like the feeling Of those steel fingers up inside Of something sticky, sweet and wet Feel the lips of licking licky wet liquid; feel the tongue that touches
belching andthe squealing, and the ones who maybe just were bored. Down the aisle they slowly paraded, while I smiled and masqueraded as the kindly keeper of the touch
I love to teach you though you already know This time Stay in touch if you're planning to go Below And I say... It's no more a secret I go solid, I go liquid
Attitude is cool degrees below zero Up against the wall behaving like De Niro Tricky's performing taking his photo Make him stand with a tan touch it
with no mercy kills the surface on my chest I'm here all-alone, someone is calling me The pictures worth a million, racing from the purple sky Nasty liquid
I love the time and in between the calm inside me In the space where I can breathe I believe there is a distance I have wandered To touch upon the years
hey baby you found 'em We, "Victors", invested in big Wars We comin' to get yours, we hit till it get sore We spit, acrobatical, never simple schematical Vivid liquid
thinking that I must be Some type of hook I read bitches like books Keep my riches tight, look Slow down baby, don't rush These diamonds is for sure, hoe don't touch
your mark, get set, go, the rest flow was just SOSO So when I'm the best? I guess so I rhyme like my ribs and my stomach touching I gang pound on these
't watch me better watch my bitches I stay sick wit' Each [unverified] flow like liquid shit Harder than the dick get Nigga flew his whole clan just to get wit' One touch