[Verse 1: Natti] Girls random at the grocery with their hips on slow Reaches for the Mop and Glo, lettin' that backside show Cus she know, that's why she glance back so slow Avoiding eye contact before this lust thang grow Damn! Miss Ma'am with the mammary glands To hug you from the back I'd need two extra hands Sex by the cans with the okra and yams, damn Imagination pacin', turnin' me hound All stores say "Seeing-eye dogs allowed" And yes, the flesh is willing and oh so able Mind blind from video hoes and cable I only grind dimes, is that close to faithful? Ain't in the race, don't mean I can't look out the stable Don't call me a smut, we be better than that I'll be Dr. Massuese, you can be the cat in my lap Let's be Energizer Bunnies with the battery backs
[Hook] Girl you so lovable So soft and touchable But I don't wanna fall (In love) Completely huggable Wonderfully fuckable And you know that's what you are, you are
[Verse 2: Devin the Dude] You're looking jazzy, with a touch of nasty But you walk right past me, don't do me that way I'm staring at you at the club for about an hour and a half And you smelling like you just took a shower and a bath And those curves? Aw, they strike a nerve From your nose to your toes, your whole body's superb And I'm sure you got a mind too And with my head, I can get behind you If you want something solid I got it I keep my game and my thang polished Huh, I'm just trippin', girl, let's just dip outta here I got weed, wine, liquor and beer At the spot, why not? Girl, you fine as fuck Don't say no girl, don't do me like dat Huh, I don't wanna offend ya, but I do wanna put my thang in ya
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[Verse 3: Deacon] I was gone off her features soon as I seen mamacita Her tongue playing with the straw in her margarita Puckering lips showin' me she got jaws to eat a Dick Cheney told me watch my heart and not her features But Jesus, I don't mean to be in vain But I'd tip ya with my tithe money just to get a name Bartender, could you tell her to give me a shot If not, Woodford on the rocks and make it a double Might holla later on the block, not lookin' for struggle But for an out of world experience hop in my shuttle Fresh out the muzzle, trained like good hair Come chop it up with me there's some good wood here Get lucky in Kentucky if you play the odds right Where brothers'll serenade a broad like
[Hook]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
