Torch - Make The Music lyrics

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Torch - Make The Music lyrics

Well, it was one of those days, not much to do I was on South Beach with my specialist crew In front of that cruise day, think it was a Thursday Grown man denim, Giuseppe belt, Hermes k**ing these n***as, shorty like damn Why don't you chose your outfit like four grand What are you, a dealer, rapper or an athlete Your neck and wrist gotta be at least 20 keys Had to find that funny so I said, sorry love Double that and add 20 Enough about me, you live here or just visiting She said she in town for the week, she from Michigan Her name Elizabeth, friends call her Juice She down here stripping 'cause she really has the move Her best friend boost hit nina's for a couple commas And I'm fresh, she could save me a couple dollars sponsored links That's cool, I ain't really tripping, though Them road runners kicking in, shorty sipping slow She on a four, four, yeah, I think I'm good to go Close the deal cooler but what that mouth hitting for Closed mouths don't get fed so I'm here to rep Ain't nothing really wrong with a little neck I'm 'bout to take off, baby, was the s** soon Then she heard that Panamera, birdie yelled 'check!' Make the music with your mouth, b**h You ain't never did this before Make the music with your mouth, b**h More spit, baby, use your hands, baby, more spit Make the music with your mouth, b**h Yeah, like that, oh, sh** Make the music with your mouth, b**h And make the music, make the music, make the music With your mouth Make the music, make the music, make the music With your mouth