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Sweat while slow wine Explicit contentE

dyllahn96

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Lyrics

MOVE THAT BEAT

Intro

Lights down low, let the shadows slide,

Bass so deep, feel it from inside.

Heat on the floor, pulse running wild,

She walks in slow with a dangerous smile.

Verse 1

Come a little closer—then back away,

Give me that look like you know what to say.

Slow wine, fine line, tension so tight,

She turns that room into neon tonight.

Hips in motion, ocean-like sway,

One little rhythm got the breath taken away.

No rush, no rules, let the moment unfold,

She's got that kind of fire that never gets cold.

Pre-Chorus

Make me sweat—don't let me breathe,

Bring that heat, then make me believe.

Hold that stare, let the whole room wait,

One more second—tempt my fate.

Chorus

Twerk-twerk, work that beat,

Slow, slow, give me that heat.

Drop down low, then rise real slow,

Tease that rhythm, steal the show.

Make me sweat, make me weak,

Give me that fire I came here to seek.

Move that body, let temptation speak,

Turn up the bass till my knees go weak.

Verse 2

Silk in the spotlight, skin catching gold,

Every little movement makes the tension unfold.

Turn, twist, dip, then freeze in place,

Leave just enough mystery hanging in space.

Whisper with the rhythm, speak without sound,

Pull me to the edge when you circle around.

Slow burn, no concern, let the fever climb,

You take your time like you're stealing mine.

Bridge

Don't stop—

Stay right there.

Hold that pose—

Feel that stare.

Bass drops—

Lights flash.

Heart beats—

Too fast.

Then she smiles—

One more time.

Roll that rhythm—

Cross that line.

Final Chorus

Twerk-twerk, work that beat,

Slow, slow, give me that heat.

Drop down low, then rise real slow,

Tease that rhythm, steal the show.

Make me sweat, make me weak,

Give me that fire I came here to seek.

Move that body, let temptation speak,

Turn up the bass till my knees go weak.

Outro

Lights down low, heartbeat loud,

She moves like thunder through the crowd.

No words—just rhythm, no need to explain,

One more drop...

then do it again.

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