Tory Lanez ft. Ludacris - The Fargo Splash Lyrics

(They want it now and fast
Grabbing and smacking ass
You gotta make it last, what? Fuck me)
(Oh! Oh! Oh!
Say it, make love to me)
(Oh! Oh! Oh!
Say it)

Got these bitches hating on you
But it don't offend you
You my number one
Just know that you got no contenders
You keep that pussy so clean when I be going in you
I'll spend my life in your box
Don't need no co-defendant
Go 'head, cut these niggas off
Like they had no existence
They can't go the distance
I'm 0 for 0 for instance
Fuck the gym let me pull up and give that stroke a fitness
She a 5 star, shawty still down to go for Denny's
Down to go for Wendy's
Mcdonald's chicken, fries, thickest thighs
Seen it in her eyes shawty know I know I seen her (make love to me)
Netflix and chill, and we can go to dinner
My schedule busy, but for you girl I'll make no agenda
You got no contenders
You got that hot for me
All in my cold Decembers, no pretending
Don't be tripping on these niggas that you lovin' on
You gon' fuck 'em, treat 'em like you don't remember
Ooh I need to have it 'til the day you're gone
That's from January to December (oh!)

Whatever you want
More than happy to provide it, wet like Poseidon
Whatever you want
Whoa shawty don't you deny it
It feel like we flying
Whatever you want, want
You know I can provide it

Pulling up to Story after Mr. Jones (oh!)
Only thing I care about is who gon' get you home
My cigar full of this weed, so I can switch the tone
We stumbled to my house drunk, is anybody home?
Words slurring and my vision blown
Different zone
Room spinning, I don't know
What's in my pants you get to blowing, you so nasty
And what's up with me
You stayed up tonight to fuck with me, lucky me
Coogi panties sit that pussy on some double G's
Fifty pair of those'll only cost a couple G's, yeah
Just give me something to work with
Something with purpose
First time that we fucked, girl you was nervous
Moaning 'fore I even started touching the surface
Whatever you want

Whatever you want, ha
Whatever you want if you act right, shit

She want it now and fast
Grabbing and smacking ass, make it last
Beat me to the finish, wave the checkered flag
Toe tag, left the pussy on the deathbed
Been milking the game since I was breastfed
Long enough to know that women with lisps give the best head
But not with braces
Your pussy talking's the only conversation
Yap yap, grab her hair
Pull the track back, got something to prove
Not from Houston, but I got something to screw at all times
She said it's all mine
All dimes, y'all fuck with nickels
I be in them guts, poking them sides until it tickles
Squeeze the Charmin on her soft ass
No, I don't pay 'em to come, I pay 'em to go, hoe
No credit, all cash
Be sliding up and using worthful transactions
Then just hop up off my dick with no attachments
Using prophylactics
Safe to say this song is whatever you want
But it's limited to this penis and a blunt, holla at me, Luda!

Whatever you want
More than happy to provide it, wet like Poseidon
Whatever you want
Whoa shawty don't you deny it
It feel like we flying
Whatever you want (ooh it's whatever you want)
You know I can provide it
(I can provide)
Ooh yeah, yeah oh

(I'm bout to throw some game, they both one and the same
Cupid's the one to blame, say it whatever you need)
(I'm bout to shed some light, 'cause each and every night
You gotta do it right, whatever you want)
(I'm bout to throw some game, they both one and the same
Cupid's the one to blame, say it)

A'ight I'ma holla at you
Yo (Yo, what up?)
What's poppin'? (Yo, you still with Leah)
Nah, it's crazy, she just left out the car and shit
You hit?
Nigga, of course I hit, nigga, come on man, it's me
Wazzup (wazzup)
Wazzup (wazzup)
Nigga stupid, man
Yo, all jokes aside
What the fuck did I call this nigga for again?
Oh yeah, you sure Leah and Jalissa ain't friends?
Oh for sure, they don't even fuck with each other like that
She was in the car talking about it and shit
Yeah alright, but yo, look
We was up at the barbershop the other day
Smoking blunts, drinking liquor, shooting dice, talking shit
Alright, my nigga I get it! What you tryna tell me, bro?
What's good? (Yo my mans was telling me, son)
Jalissa, she up to some shit
And the first thing she gon' try to do is
Nyce, get off this damn phone!
I told you I had to use the phone
You up here bumping your gums
Hang up this phone! (Ayo, man)
You know Moms wylin' and shit
Man, you know what I'm saying? It's all good
I'ma holler at you later, bruh
Alright, my nigga