Anitta - Practice (feat. A$AP Ferg) Lyrics

Anitta - Practice (feat. A$AP Ferg) Lyrics

Yeah

Yeah 

Yeah man

 

The fact is 

We don’t make babies, but we practice 

I count on you like death and taxes

It’s graphic, its hot like a matchstick 

And the fact is, we don’t make babies, but we practice 

 

Send you my location, come on over

I know you ain’t busy we make time for each other

Temporary temptation got me so 

Hung-up on you, losing my composure 

 

Started it long ago 

Put it in 10k hours or so

Taking you down like whoa 

Ride it, ride it, full throttle

 

Doin it just perfect 

Giving you up, it would make sense 

Look at us twist and bend 

Ride it, ride it, once again baby 

 

The fact is 

We don’t make babies, but we practice 

I count on you like death and taxes

It’s graphic, its hot like a matchstick 

And the fact is, we don’t make babies, but we practice 

 

Yo Anitta

You know I gotta sprinkle a lil jiggy on it 

Let’s take em to Harlem 

 

Now Anitta got me dancing 

All the mommies call me handsome

Brazil with the mansion

White beetle when I’m landing 

Straight front of 5 others 

Now she twerking on the Phantom 

 

We ain’t mean to cause a tantrum 

In the bullet proof Benz when we hide from the cameras 

But we only doin practice 

Cuz my mamma too young, she ain’t ready for a grandson

 

 

The fact is 

We don’t make babies, but we practice 

I count on you like death and taxes

It’s graphic, its hot like a matchstick 

And the fact is, we don’t make babies, but we 

 

 

Feel like gelato, I melt into you 

Getting too hot in this room I’m in

Anticipating you, Craving some more of the skin to skin  

Body gonna let you in 

Smooth, together 

We never say it but ooh, 

I see forever with you 

 

All cuz you 

Started it long ago 

Put it in 10k hours or so

Taking you down like whoa 

Ride it, ride it, full throttle 

 

Doin it just perfect 

Giving you up, it would make sense 

Look at us twist and bend 

Ride it, ride it, once again baby

 

The fact is 

We don’t make babies, but we practice 

I count on you like death and taxes

It’s graphic, its hot like a matchstick 

 

And the fact is, we don’t make babies, but we practice