3rd Bass - Monte Hall Lyrics
3rd place is everything..Cmon, Ill show you[mc serch]Tight fit, dim lit spot, is where Im movin toSweaty but these slow tracks start soothin youLight-skinned, steps into the pictureProgram is fixed, the mix will let you get yourHand around waist, space drippin from moistureStrokin the neck, you suspect that shell voice herApproval, whippin and flippin your pelvisBrothers step in, step off, you get selfishYours for the take-home, so she can take up spaceAt your place, but then you start to wake upGroove goes to fade, introductions are madeLove my name is serch, now step for some shadeIn the dancehall3rd place is everything..3rd place is everything..[pete nice]Soulfully smooth, she slithered to a soloSpot to drop her bass and Ill followFiend on a focus, I spoke this figure of speechSupposed to sway those who seekSuch wisdom, wildly workin towards a womanTherefore shes drawn, to the other mansIntentions of a g, tryin to stump meAnnounced presence in the house of mr. puffySmoke filled the tight-packed systemA rack of skirt, kit for a victimA three-stage pleasure on a principleAs I step and drop a syllable (yyyyo!)A syllabus spoken by the 3rd on sss-swooinA female, to impale, push-up, smooth andTurn to spurn desire -- that all?Another episode in the dancehall3rd place is everything..3rd place is everything..[mc serch]Step to the a.m., playin a song thats slowLow tempo kicks lyrics to those who showA need to step to a def 3rd bassmentA wink of eye, the smile of a face and imD-o-w-n to send shockwavesUp the spine, while the clock savesJust enough ticks to lick neck to your lipsMouth to mouth, palm upon hipsSigh in pleasure, measures the heat upNibble my neck, the affection I eat upDine like a diner, hot enough to simmerJam comes to a close, come give aNumber of seven in regard to the residentsTold the mob that I slobbed and showed evidenceLipstick on the quill, a digit to callAnother lovestruck, stuck to the wallOf the dancehall3rd place is everything..3rd place is everything..[pete nice]Steppin over heads that swayedYou move over and the records playedSwayed over smoothly, soothin a listenerUndergoes wanted death of a dancerTo twist over you rises your liquorSlight panic on a dancehall pictureMotion flows, scene gets hecticFreakin bones like an epilepticMelody moves scenario to chaosPursue principles and then you shoot livestSo-called, its boots that rise and fallSteppin to the a.m., in the dancehall3rd place is everything..3rd place is everything..3rd place is everything.. *echoes*3rd place is everything.. *echoes*3rd place is everything.. *echoes*3rd place is everything.. *echoes*3rd place is everything.. *echoes*3rd place is everything.. *echoes*3rd place is everything.. *echoes*3rd place is everything.. *echoes*3rd place is everything.. *echoes*
