Letra de Practice - Anitta

(Feat. A$AP Ferg, HARV)

Yeah

You already know what it is

Yeah

Talk to me nice or don't talk to me at all

Yo, man

You know what up? Let's get it

The fact is (Yeah)

We don't make babies but we practice (Right)

I count on you like death and taxes

It's graphic, it's hot like a matchstick

And the fact is

We don't make babies but we practice

Let's work, uh huh, yeah, let's work

Uh huh, yeah, let's work

Uh huh, yeah, let's work

Send you my location, come on over (Come on)

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

Temporary temptations got me so hung up on you, losing my composure

Started it long ago, putting in 10K hours or so

Taking you down like, woah, ride it, ride it, full throttle

Doing it just perfect, giving you what, it wouldn't 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 (Yeah)

I count on you like death and taxes

It's graphic, it's hot like a matchstick

And the fact is

We don't make babies but we practice (Yeah)

Yo Anitta! (Let's work, uh huh, yeah, let's work)

You know I gotta sprinkle a lil jiggy on it (Uh huh, yeah, let's work)

Let's take 'em to Harlem (Uh huh, yeah, let's work)

Now Anitta got me dancing

All the mamis call me handsome, Brasil, with the mansion

Wifebeater when I'm landing

Straight from the favela, 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

'Cause my mama too young, she ain't ready for a grandson

The fact is (Facts)

We don't make babies but we practice (I'm cool with practicing)

I count on you like death and taxes

It's graphic, it's hot like a matchstick

And the fact is

We don't make babies but we... (Facts)

Feel like gelato, I melt into you

Getting too hot in this room I been 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 'cause you started it long ago, putting in 10K hours or so

Taking you down like, woah, ride it, ride it, full throttle

Doing it just perfect, giving you what, it wouldn't 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, it's hot like a matchstick

And the fact is

We don't make babies but we practice

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