Slow Burn (Alternate)
Slow Burn (Alternate)
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Slow Burn (Alternate)
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Lyric
EN
中
Late night vibin’, sweat in the air,
Lips tease trouble, catch my stare.
Twin curves swayin’, pullin’ your gaze,
I grind slow—set that hard edge ablaze.
No need to whisper my name,
Just work that rhythm, feed the flame.
Boy, don’t rush this dirty dance,
Stroke it slow, let the wet thrill chance.
No sweet talk, just skin on fire,
Ride me hard, take it higher.
Sweat drips honey, pulse gone raw,
Sly tips wander, breakin’ every law.
Got my nails in your heat, breath out of line,
Ain’t your girl—I’m the queen of divine.
No need to whisper my name,
Just work that rhythm, feed the flame.
Boy, don’t rush this dirty dance,
Stroke it slow, let the wet thrill chance.
No sweet talk, just skin on fire,
Ride me hard, take it higher.
Hands slide low, yeah, that deep grind,
We sin in sync—lose our mind.
When dawn cuts through my haze,
I’ll ghost your touch, no need to stay.
Lyric
EN
中
Late night vibin’, sweat in the air,
Lips tease trouble, catch my stare.
Twin curves swayin’, pullin’ your gaze,
I grind slow—set that hard edge ablaze.
No need to whisper my name,
Just work that rhythm, feed the flame.
Boy, don’t rush this dirty dance,
Stroke it slow, let the wet thrill chance.
No sweet talk, just skin on fire,
Ride me hard, take it higher.
Sweat drips honey, pulse gone raw,
Sly tips wander, breakin’ every law.
Got my nails in your heat, breath out of line,
Ain’t your girl—I’m the queen of divine.
No need to whisper my name,
Just work that rhythm, feed the flame.
Boy, don’t rush this dirty dance,
Stroke it slow, let the wet thrill chance.
No sweet talk, just skin on fire,
Ride me hard, take it higher.
Hands slide low, yeah, that deep grind,
We sin in sync—lose our mind.
When dawn cuts through my haze,
I’ll ghost your touch, no need to stay.
Lyric
EN
中
Late night vibin’, sweat in the air,
Lips tease trouble, catch my stare.
Twin curves swayin’, pullin’ your gaze,
I grind slow—set that hard edge ablaze.
No need to whisper my name,
Just work that rhythm, feed the flame.
Boy, don’t rush this dirty dance,
Stroke it slow, let the wet thrill chance.
No sweet talk, just skin on fire,
Ride me hard, take it higher.
Sweat drips honey, pulse gone raw,
Sly tips wander, breakin’ every law.
Got my nails in your heat, breath out of line,
Ain’t your girl—I’m the queen of divine.
No need to whisper my name,
Just work that rhythm, feed the flame.
Boy, don’t rush this dirty dance,
Stroke it slow, let the wet thrill chance.
No sweet talk, just skin on fire,
Ride me hard, take it higher.
Hands slide low, yeah, that deep grind,
We sin in sync—lose our mind.
When dawn cuts through my haze,
I’ll ghost your touch, no need to stay.
