GRIP lyrics

[Verse]
Two legs atop your face
You got your tongue in her favorite place
Four hands set an evening pace
Perhaps the why to a conscious race

[Pre Chorus]
As the salt trickles down her spine
As the hot in her legs meet mine
As the blade of her lips connect
I find my grip fasten around her neck

[Chorus]
Grip around her neck it make a b*tch so wet
f*ck her take a shower then we f*ck again
Fingers feeling Flower blooming cryptic red
In her lies a serum for this earthly dread