MAZ Blanko - Anybody's Man lyrics

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MAZ Blanko - Anybody's Man lyrics

Retreat to the quiet where we can go riot Bodies in knots and you can untie em This my attire retweet if you like it Sell u my affection are you gon buy it Ima hold you down when you arch that back If I may backtrack I'm only chasin after Cadillacs but You're an escalade last of your kind like the Everglades I do enjoy all of these escapades with you Skinny but not ugly I like it when women hug me Even better than when they fukon me Baby I've got friends I've got plans tonight You weren't in the plans tonight But maybe tomorrow Ima wanna get intimate But how long until I'm sick of it Callin all the Cadillac g- Women Do you got room for one more Callin all the Cadillac g- Women Do you got room for one more I'm f**in like I'm 40 Cum on my sweater no Coogie Nobody f** me I'm Charlie they Lucy Attached to these cold b**hes like a damn coozie Maybe she a Budlight Lime When I'm drunk she tastes fine Tastes Fine And I taste her all the time No sparks no Fourth of July Isn't love but it's probably fine Rather be tied to you with twine One one bottle of wine Gla** ain't murky it shine Retreat to the sheets, tryna get my sleep All she wanna do is grind On this belt Barely feel a thing That's all I felt She swear that to me there's two sides Couldn't say how many times I've listened to Chanel this week Every single time got me weak I was daddy to the last 3 They'll tell you that I'm a treat Looking like a snack when I'm on my feet Tryna get with she tryna get with her is she tryna get with me Everybody come f** with me Goddamn goddamn goddamn I'll probably be anybody's man No restraint, even if we don't relate You can f** on me anytime Baby My ego needs a free throw Brick/Swish Ima keep on shooting That's how I survive Touch my neck am I alive Count your fingers, five Around my throat Whose hand chokes is it yours Is it mine Hurts like fire I'll play the pole and you can play the dancer Not really looking for anyone to answer How many nights a week do you wanna sit in Applebees Silence bridge the gap in between us I heard that the gra** is greener on the other side Right where I came from Shame on me, shame on me, shame on me For keeping it bottled until I reached the end of the bottle Honestly it's not my problem