CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : Rotation

Waistline
Don’t you let it go
Wanna say you like
When i grind up on you like
Put it in rotation
Grinding on you like this
Grinding on you like this
If i grinding on you like this
I might just bring you back to my crib

You grab my waist
Even in the dark, i could see your face
And you lick your lips [?]
Baby, don’t you start
Got me on the floor
Bout to leave this club
You can tell my friends i’ll be at your door

Yeah, can i dance on you
Baby do you mind if i dance on you
No pants on you
In that tight skirt
Slow it down, working that [?]
If i don’t get your number that might hurt
Asscheeks under that white shirt
Spend the night, night
Then the day, day on the d**k
Twerk, twerk in the day, day on the d**k
Rotate, spinnin like a bay blade on the d**k
Cuckoo for the cocoa puffs, grinding on the d**k
Sitting on your lap with your face on the [?]
Champagne on my brain
You can tell i’ve had a sip
Then it’s off to the bartender
Boy you know you got my word
Juicy when i drop that ass
You gon’ have to hold my purse
Baby can i calm them nerves
I don’t care i saw you first
You ain’t gotta dance all up on them girls
They got curves, i like hers
Dance for the club one time
No [?]
Make it rotate when the [?]
Wrist on cold with a ass on [?]
Dance on that n***a till the end of the world, uh

Waistline
Don’t you let it go
Wanna say you like
When i grind up on you like
Put it in rotation
(put it in rotation)
Grinding on you like this
If i keep grinding on you like this
Might just bring you back to my crib
Yeah, grinding on you like this
(like this)
Grinding on you like this
If i keep grinding on you like this
I might just bring you back to my crib
Grinding on you like this
(like this)
Grinding on you like this
If i keep grinding on you like this
I might just bring you back to my crib, uh

Baby [?]
Girls comin out like mardi gras
Hurts when you grab them naughty parts
Shoulda brought with me some [?]
Cuz i’m all in my heels
You all in your feels
The party feel dead
We probably gon’ dip
Uber wrong way
And you ain’t got wheels
We both just pop pills
If you got no plans
If you got no hoes and i got no mans
let’s skip the whole dance
We ain’t gotta rush this sacred time
Like a hourglass grab that waistline

Waistline
Don’t you let it go
Wanna say you like
When i grind up on you like
If i keep grinding on you like this
Might just bring you back to my crib
Yeah, grinding on you like this
(like this)
Grinding on you like this
If i keep grinding on you like this
I might just bring you back to my crib
Grinding on you like this
(like this)
Grinding on you like this
If i keep grinding on you like this
I might just bring you back to my crib, uh