Mantra - #Nymphomanic lyrics

[Verse] Run up in this b**h, might just throw a stack The way that girl is dancing on me, might just blow her back Throw it back, blow a sack, she just trynna run the trap Tucking 20 bucks stuck into her g string and her crack What is that, where its at? I'ma put you on the map Like she in the army cuz she got that triple tap Call her puma suede cause she got a scary cat Hairy, fat, swear she bad, and I ain't no scaredy cat Abundance of substance, but absence of judgement Let's go get some more, wonder where the plug went Unchained, bet you thought you had her c*ntained Tongue rang got me popping off like the gun range She bouncing, astounding, I think I need counseling My bro's in the throes cause she throws every ounce in Got me on edge, working tools like a mechanic Hoes, don't panic, she's just feeling nymphomanic [Chorus, sung by woman] I let the feeling grab a hold of me Now I'm losing all control Hope like hell youre down to go with me Cause I'm down to roll Forget the silly things they told me Oh, it's not like I planned it It's just that realer things console me Stealing, feeling, Nymphomanic [Verse 2] Trick so bad, think I should record her Now she telling everybody like a good reporter Trynna take my prick, think this chick could be a hoarder In it like an immigrant, swim across her border Oh man, these hoes dance with no pants No hands, she gol-Dan with no man Romance, for old mans who hold hands No dance with no bands, it's no chance Just wanna see her roll her derrière like dice Got a pair, While you buggin in her hair, like lice This cat is feral, you cum a cross like mice She just wanna get nailed by two thugs like Christ Awe yeah, it's the winner of Internet I ain't fed her dinner yet because I'm always in her, yeah Fingers slipping into there, while I whisper in her ear Hoes don't panic, he's just panic feeling nymphomanic [Chorus] She don't want her man to see, but I fulfill her fantasy I'm losing all my sanity for filling all her vanity Nymphomanic disease, got her puffing the trees Then she's hitting knees doing anything I please Impulsive, compulsive, rhymes got her convulsive She loves that my dick and my mind is repulsive She's sliding down pole and her tushy is pulsing Then widens frown whole for my gushy expulsion