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brxtn - match lyrics

[intro]
it’s some of that saucy sh-t
it’s some of that saucy sh-t
it’s some of that saucy sh-t, oh yeah (ay)

[hook]
uh, uh, told her roll me up a big blunt
i just tinted my window
sh-t that i be smokin’ out the feel, don’t do no window
i just wanna vibe with you, but can you match my tempo?
from the whip, to your crib, i work you like a nympho
roll me up a big blunt
i just tinted my window
sh-t that i be smokin’ out the feel, don’t do no window
i just wanna vibe with you, but can you (ay) match my tempo?
from the whip, to your crib, i work you (ay) like a nympho

[verse 1]
told the mama pull up, pull up, i’m tryina slide on you (skrrt)
they f-ckin’ around, i’m chasin’ you down, i had my sights on you
you on my mind all the time
what’s your sign? i’ll tell you mine (ay)
you could get lost in the sauce and let our vibes intertwine (let’s go)
are they feeling your energy?
you’re so sweet and s-xy baby, but you movin’ so timidly (ay)
let me give ya your remedy
drop this 1942 in your cup right now (pour up, pour up)
and they just called the plug, got you up right now

[hook]
uh, told her roll me up a big blunt
i just tinted my window
sh-t that i be smokin’ out the feel, don’t do no window
i just wanna vibe with you, but can you match my tempo?
from the whip, to your crib, i work you like a nympho
roll me up a big blunt
i just tinted my window
sh-t that i be smokin’ out the feel, don’t do no window
i just wanna vibe with you, but can you match my tempo?
from the whip, to your crib, i work you like a nympho

[verse 2]
ay, uh, you a fine ‘lil thing, you workin’ that body (ay)
hop in my whip, i need you ridin’ shottie (ay)
come take a ride with me
come match my tempo
stop f-ckin’ with these lanes (skrrt) that keep you in a limbo
we stoppin’ on them feelings, sauce up in yo timbos
i’m ’bout to whip it fast and go slow, they crescendo
so i pull up and you know you ridin’
and i keep you so wet like poseidon
don’t stress on them hoes, girl you know they couldn’ hide it
this sh-t gettin’ real, feel the temperature risin’
i rev up your speed before i overdrive it
ya f-ckin’ b, i’m the realist alive, uh (let’s go), ooo

- brxtn

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