Torch - Make The Music Lyrics
Well, it was one of those days, not much to doI was on South Beach with my specialist crewIn front of that cruise day, think it was a ThursdayGrown man denim, Giuseppe belt, HermesKilling these niggas, shorty like damnWhy don't you chose your outfit like four grandWhat are you, a dealer, rapper or an athleteYour neck and wrist gotta be at least 20 keysHad to find that funny so I said, sorry loveDouble that and add 20Enough about me, you live here or just visitingShe said she in town for the week, she from MichiganHer name Elizabeth, friends call her JuiceShe down here stripping 'cause she really has the moveHer best friend boost hit nina's for a couple commasAnd I'm fresh, she could save me a couple dollarsThat's cool, I ain't really tripping, thoughThem road runners kicking in, shorty sipping slowShe on a four, four, yeah, I think I'm good to goClose the deal cooler but what that mouth hitting forClosed mouths don't get fed so I'm here to repAin't nothing really wrong with a little neckI'm 'bout to take off, baby, was the sex soonThen she heard that Panamera, birdie yelled 'check!'Make the music with your mouth, *****You ain't never did this beforeMake the music with your mouth, *****More spit, baby, use your hands, baby, more spitMake the music with your mouth, *****Yeah, like that, oh, shitMake the music with your mouth, *****And make the music, make the music, make the musicWith your mouthMake the music, make the music, make the musicWith your mouth
