King P - Left on Seen Lyrics

Body ain’t basic
Bright smile but no braces
Keep shooting my shot
I’m hoping I make it
Sliding in your DMs
You know that I’m staying
I’m tryna make you mine
That spot taken or vacant
Time date and location
I’m tryna set the mood
I’m tryna have you in the crib
With nothing but shoes
Possibly 5 inches
I’ll make up the rest
Banging on your walls
Like you owe me a debt
Slide in slowly and then
You keep pulling me in
My hands handle your curves
You handle every inch
Oh
I keep the tempo moving smoothly
Beat the kitty up
I’m talking animal cruelty
Second time around
I’m tryna make you numb
I ain’t tryna make you go
I’m tryna make you
Long strokes
Tryna go for gold
Having you breathing fast
While I take it slow
Swerving on your curves
Don’t gotta tap the brakes
Just gotta tap your spot
At a rapid rate
Feeling you shake
Your walls start to quake
You can’t hold it in
I make the Levi break
We ain’t taking breaks
We going in again
I slap them cheeks back n forth
I’m on my Wimbledon
You tryna climb the walls
But I ain’t finished yet
You feel the vibe
I provide
When I slither in

Body ain’t basic
Bright smile but no braces
Keep shooting my shot
I’m hoping I make it
Sliding in your DMs
You know that I’m staying
I’m tryna make you mine
That spot taken or vacant
Time date and location
I’m tryna set the mood
I’m tryna have you in the crib
With nothing but shoes
Possibly 5 inches
I’ll make up the rest
Banging on your walls
Like you owe me a debt
Slide in slowly and then
You keep pulling me in
My hands handle your curves
You handle every inch
Oh
I keep the tempo moving smoothly
Beat the kitty up
I’m talking animal cruelty
Second time around
I’m tryna make you numb
I ain’t tryna make you go
I’m tryna make you
Long strokes
Tryna go for gold
Having you breathing fast
While I take it slow
Swerving on your curves
Don’t gotta tap the brakes
Just gotta tap your spot
At a rapid rate
Feeling you shake
Your walls start to quake
You can’t hold it in
I make the Levi break
We ain’t taking breaks
We going in again
I slap them cheeks back n forth
I’m on my Wimbledon
You tryna climb the walls
But I ain’t finished yet
You feel the vibe
I provide
When I slither in