Cl Rubbin Lyrics

Rubbin Lyrics

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Now look in the mirror

Tell me what you see

It's the bombdiggy dogg baby, wha

(We rubbin tonight)

(We be lovin tonight)



I remember seein u in spaghetti straps 

Napsack held up by yo ass back 

When I seen it, I was like DAMN! 

Girl, do you have a man?

Body looked like it was wrapped in saran 

Hear me 

Told me no, I was kind of surprise 

Really 

Out late night, spending mad cash chillin' 

See the walk you were walkin, open my eyes 

And the talk I was talking, parted your thighs 

But there ain't nothing wrong 

'Cause we both grown 

Hitting in morning til we strong grown 

And we strong moan and waking up the block 

And getting all confused, not sure if im your boyfriend 

Don't dwell on these minor details 

Let's cruise with the wind blowing, speed the sails 

We could rock on, and cruise on 

Plus your tight skirt be flashing your thong 

Shit's on, oh girl 



CHORUS [Saukrates]

You frontin like I ain't 'bout to knock it (mm mm)

I got a rocket in my pocket (mm mm)

Two tickets to your ecstacy 

And one for this chick standing next to me 

If she with it, shit I'mma hit it (I'mma hit it) 

Baby is u wit it (is you wit it, you know i'm wit it, wit it) 

I'mma hit it (I'mma hit it) 

I'mma hit it 



See I was peeping your style 

You was sitting at the bar with your hand on a Marnier Grand 

Now baby doll these people, notice who you are 

So they ready try to score 

Pulling out their bill folds, buyin red rose to give you 

I chill on the humble in my jeans and steel toes 

I see your eyes movin in stealth mode 

But then you realize, oh shit it's Chocs on the side 

She movin to my side, and when she walks she glides 

Body looking strong like Cadillac designs 

She moves close, her finger running up my elbow 

And then invites me to her humble abode 

Check it, 

Now before I get it, first she walks around nekkid 

Says she loves prospects and talks about her fetish 

How she loves dark skinned men, hairy chested 

She's hefty breasted, movements fuel injected 

She says she's rough at first, but when I start to groan 

I be closing every night and take it straight to the dome 

So we could rule the world or you could stay at home 

But tonight she be ready to bone, it's on 

Oh boy 



[CHORUS]



See this is for my ladies in open toed shoes 

And belly chains that make money and like their sex sweaty 

Like the sex messy and ready to go 

And not afraid to say they ready to bone (it's on) 

And not afraid to peel off the thong 

And not afraid to take it straight to the dome 

And for my dogs that make laws and cruise offshore 

With five in the pocket, or drop shitty cars 

For when it comes to strokes, bring beatness to Mars? 

And take no crumb cake to clear out the bars 

Watch yourself girl when you're playing it close 

'Cause you'll get the strokes and then we're ghost 

It's on 



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