Rick Lofton — Vinyl of Venus
Arabian Night
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Lyrics
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Arabian NightBy: Rick Lofton4/05/2011
We got exotic women, foreign whipsOverseas … We push them red carpetsThem Arabian bullsLow riding Ferrari'sSeats wrapped in silkEngines laced in goldSkin smoother than milkI'm loaded up on the filthLet’s ring it inLet's ring it in right
We gotExotic woman, foreign whipsLong money, short tempersLong nights ya don’t rememberWe stay foreign to the bull shitWe push them red carpetsThem Arabian bullsLow riding Ferrari’sWe don't rent shit, we own itRub the DJ, make a wishSpin that shit, spin itFor an Arabian night
I come from a landFrom a faraway placeI’ve traveled to the desertFor a foreign escapeCan't say that I miss this placeBack homeIn the east middleWhere we pop, lock, and jiggleCome closer, give her ticklesSubdue ya inhibitionsRing her right, ring it rightHave ya self an Arabian nightEnjoy ya suppliesPower up the third eyeHands up in the skyRing her right, ring it right
We gotExotic woman, foreign whipsLong money, short tempersLong nights ya don’t rememberWe stay foreign to the bull shitWe push them red carpetsThem Arabian bullsLow riding Ferrari’sWe don't rent shit, we own itRub the DJ, make a wishSpin that shit, spin itFor an Arabian night
My hips they move on stringsI got some skills ya won't believeNaughty me, naughty meI does it smooth, I keeps it cleanIn this oasis, this mirageThis induced escapeOn this special nightI’m going ham, I’m going dumbLift up this BerkaI’m about to work yaYou gone remember this nightNo need for names, no need for gamesI aint right in the brainI’m exotic, opposite of plainIn the far east it goes downLet me school ya, warm it upTake notes ... I could write ya a textbook
We gotExotic woman, foreign whipsLong money, short tempersLong nights ya don’t rememberWe stay foreign to the bull shitWe push them red carpetsThem Arabian bullsLow riding Ferrari’sWe don't rent shit, we own itRub the DJ, make a wishSpin that shit, spin itFor an Arabian night
Exotic woman, foreign whipsRegal figures, hips wideOver-seasWe push them red carpetsThem Arabian bullsLow riding Ferrari'sSeats wrapped in silkI'm loaded up in that filthLet’s ring it in right
Lyric document: Subpages/Lyric Catalog Subpage/Viynle of Venus Lyrics/Arabian Night.docx
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- Artist
- Rick Lofton
- Release
- Vinyl of Venus
- Track number on the supplied pack
- 3
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