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Grips

Moore, Blaise
Babe got me real fucked up
Some tell me it's the way he like it, mmh
Babe got me real hung up
He like it even better when me fight it
(Ohh, ohhh)

Hands on my waist
Grips on my wrist
Don't lie, don't trip
Rips in my lace
Grips in my hair
Yeah, this is my prayer
And I don't wanna, don't wanna, don't wanna play fair, oh
I know it hurts and it hurts and it hurts, I'm aware
I don't care

Babe got me real cut up
All fours, begging for endorphins (Oh, I)
Babe got me real high strung
He like it even better when me cry for him (Oh, I)

Hands on my waist
Grips on my wrist
Don't lie, don't trip
Rips in my lace
Grips in my hair
Yeah, this is my prayer
And I don't wanna, don't wanna, don't wanna play fair
I know it hurts and it hurts and it hurts, I'm aware
I don't care

(Hands on my)
(Hands on my)
Fuck vanilla love oh
He hit me like an upper
He like me hi-def colour
He give enough to recover, yeah
Yeah, it hurts so good, no
Yeah, It hurts so good, eh

Hands on my waist
Grips on my wrist
Don't lie, don't trip
Rips in my lace
Grips in my hair
Yeah, this is my prayer
And I don't wanna don't wanna don't wanna play fair, oh
I know it hurts and it hurts and it hurts, I'm aware
I don't care