[Hook (singable, Tee-Pain melody, catchy AF)]
She slide like velvet vices,
Grip so mean, got crisis licenses.
She ride like stolen lightning—
Pull out game? More like guessin’ prices.
P**sy like a bass drop, talk to God when it lock,
Legs do yoga but the moans go pop.
It ain’t love, it’s divine sin,
I dive in like the tide just slid…
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[Verse 1 (Tek9 x Luda – fast, vivid, funny & nasty)]
She got a tongue like a theme park ride—twist, drop, wet with a loop inside.
Grip like a crime scene, chalk my pride,
P**sy got suction like a high tide pipe.
She reverse cowgirl like she trained on cattle,
Booty bounce rhythm like a judge with a gavel.
Mouth so slick, call it Slip ‘N Slide Chapel,
She moan like a record with the bass unshackled.
She bounce that ass like a busted suspension,
I beat it like drums in a Pentecost session.
Sweat on her chest like a baptized blessing,
Hit it so deep it triggered her questions.
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[Hook (with layered vocal fx + moan sample)]
She slide like velvet vices,
Grip so mean, got crisis licenses.
She ride like stolen lightning—
Pull out game? More like guessin’ prices.
P**sy like a bass drop, talk to God when it lock,
Legs do yoga but the moans go pop.
It ain’t love, it’s divine sin,
I dive in like the tide just slid…
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[Verse 2 (melodic filth — Tee Pain energy, sung but detailed)]
I put my tongue where the guilt hides,
Let her ride like a guilt-free thrill ride.
She bend like a prayer — knees wide,
And that grip play tag with my pride.
I eat it like it’s sushi with no soy,
Slap it like it owed me back child support joy.
She bust on my face like a Netflix voice,
“I’m not done,” she said… now I’m just her toy.
[(switch mid-bar to speed)]
Backshots got the bed doin’ math—
Tremblin’, countin’, multipliyin’ that ass.
P**sy like a Rubik’s Cube, brain gettin’ twisted,
Body so cold, got the fridge conflicted!
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[Bridge (slow & bassy, talk that sh*t)]
She said she celibate, but the head said “psych.”
I ain’t even blink before she dimmed my lights.
Her thighs talk dirty like they read my rights—
Now I plead guilty in that box all night.
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[Final Hook (chant version, crowd style)]
Velvet! Vices! Grip like crisis!
Ride like lightning! Moan like sirens!
Sin so righteous, stroke like science—
This ain’t sex, it’s divine defiance.
(REPEAT with beat breakdown and moan drop)
