Lyrics of ' Practice (feat. Anitta & HARV) ' by A$AP Ferg

Yeah (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) yeah, yeah
(Uh huh, yeah, let's work)

Send you my location, come on over (come on)
I know you went busy, we make time for еach other
Temporary temptations got mе so hung up on you
Losing my composure

Started it long ago
Put it in 10K hours or so (yeah)
Taking you down, like, whoa
Ride it, ride it, full-throated

Doing it just perfect
Giving you what it would 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 (uh huh, let's work)
You know I gotta sprinkle a lil jiggy on it
Let's take 'em to Harlem

Now Anitta got me dancin'
All the mommies call me handsome
Brazil, with the mansion
White beetle when I'm landin'
Straight from the five others
Now she twerkin' on the Phantom

We ain't mean to cause a tantrum
In the bulletproof Benz when we hide from the cameras
But we only doin' practice
'Cause my mamma 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 (facts)
We don't make babies, but we practice

Feel like gelato, I melt into you
Getting too hot in this room I'm in
Anticipating you, craving some more of the skin to skin
Body gonna let you in

Smooth
Together
We never say it, but, oh
I see forever with you

All 'cause you started it long ago
Put in 10K hours or so
Taking you down, like, whoa
Ride it, ride it, full-throttle

Doing it just perfect
Giving you up, it would 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 (practice)
I count on you like death and taxes
It's graphic, it's hot like a matchstick

And the fact is (fact is)
We don't make babies, but we practice

Oh, damn!