Civil Justus - Fantasies lyrics

Backseat in that Uber p**y wet need a scooba You a freak and I know it now Slam dunk, how it's going down Don't get us kicked out the whip Got your hands all on my dick Saw my print my a contract Now she fiend for the contact f** it up like she's importing the sisters But really she f**ing, she calling out scriptures She praising the lord when I'm plugging her fixtures Give her the D and I got her addicted Stealing her soul, they never complain Sexing and freakin and flippin and flexin Like Method, I'm bringing the pain If you can't hang, then stay in your lane What's yo fantasy? What's yo, what's yo fantasy? It get Ludacris, better make sure you can handle me And... Bust it, bust it, bust it down x2 Bruk it up, bruk it up, bruk it now x2 You already know that I'm trouble Give her the big O, that triple and double Have running it back like she in a huddle Whenever I'm in it, it's more than a puddle Swim in a lake and river Give her the mouth til' she shake and quiver Karl Malone the way I deliver Picking and rolling and she'll be my dinner That way you move in that dress Shorty shake in all the right places And you a G Drink that Henny straight with no chaser That way that it wobble, I'm feeling like Master P Shorty is artwork, it look like a masterpiece k**ing em all and she taking the casualties Causally schooling em, part of the faculty Face down a** up, that the way I like to f** And you know I abide, call me Canelo how I beat it up What's yo fantasy? What's yo, what's yo fantasy? It get Ludacris, better make sure you can handle me And... Bust it, bust it, bust it down x2 Bruk it up, bruk it up, bruk it now x2 Bridge Soy el jefe, mami call me Civil Castro And throw that a**, throw it like we throwing cash tho Bust it down low, bust it bust it down low Bust it down low, bust it bust it down low