Problem Lyrics by Natalia Kills
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Sweat, dripping down your chest,
Thinking ’bout your tattoo knuckles on my bad boy ,boy, boy
Go, show you got no, got the control
Wanna make you my toy, toy, toy
My hips rocking as we keep lip-locking
At the neighbours screaming even louder-louder
Lick me down like you were rolling
There’s a lot of smoking coming through me,
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