Sex God lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug]
Havin' sex, havin' sex
Havin' sex, havin' sex
Havin' sex, havin' sex
Havin' sex, havin' sex
(ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob)

[Chorus: Gunna]
Made it up, it wasn't luck (Uh-huh)
I grind hard, she want lust
I f*ck her hard until I bust
A sex god, two hand touch
Her sex rough, we never rush
I could've cuffed, I'm in her gut
All in her sides, we goin' up
Sex with the vibes

[Verse 1: Gunna]
Hangin' on top of the mountain
Feel like I can't do nothin' without
Take you off the bed and let's have sex on the couches
Three rounds of good sex and you still ain't exhausted
Swear that pus*y red like I'm swimming with dolphins
Hold hundrеds to my ears, hate when brokе n*ggas talkin'
Put an AP on your wrist, now I know you feel bossy
Been to LA on a jet, had to yo order boss
And my life been colossal
[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Jumpin' off the top of the jet
Love how you keep it together
I throwed her like a frisbee and catch her
My homie just now told me "Get at her"
Ballin', I put her in a Rollie, Rollie (Yeah)
I keep her in the nosebleed, nosebleed
Ballin' like Ginóbili, all type of sex
Put it on her back, keep it on the head, yeah
Bom-biggie-bom, let me dig in your bed
We drunk as f*ck, she gon' hit it on her head
I'll buy you rocks you let me tap it on your whole head
I clean up nice, so I got b*tches under my forehead
Baguettes on watches and my children got on Rolex's
Hunt you, baby, function, baby
Will you hump me, baby? Freaky-deeky
Monkey, see me, do it like ZZ (Yeah)
Ashton, Ashton (Yeah)
Exchange money, money (Yeah)
It's just a Barbie, run it
Let's chase bags, baby
Started from the bottom to the top
Field goal, you a rasta? Hell no (Ayy)
Don't wanna stop, cased closed
No fair game, G quote
[Chorus: Gunna]
Made it up, it wasn't luck (Uh-huh)
I grind hard, she want lust
I f*ck her hard until I bust
A sex god, two hand touch
Her sex rough, we never rush
I could've cuffed, I'm in her gut
All in her sides, we goin' up
Sex with the vibes