Lay back, spread yo' legs Spreads yo' thighs Pray for you Open yo' mind And get 'em high Get ready for the pressure Head so fire can't knock me down I ain't Keri Hilson, my walls don't lie Hood bitch think she Kerrison and her hips don't lie All dogs go to heaven, what's yours, what's mine Hand full of ice, yeah takin' my time Slow down 'fore yo' tongue get tired Too much smoke in the air I know yo' lungs gon' get tired My heart got a icebox inside My juice box got a juice box inside Thug passion like Tupac inside Why not make you feel like it's 200 times? (Why not make you feel like it's 200 times?) You have me a ticket, said it's yo' turn to ride Are you big enough, I said let me see the size I don't believe in dick print, show me how it really is Just because she ain't thick don't mean she can not take dick Get 'em high aye Get 'em high Burst it open on the side Bend it over, hit it from the side We been going all night Challenge me baby Put me to the test Killing me softly but yo' weapons in my flesh Killing me softly but yo' weapons in my flesh I can feel it from my stomach to my chest I can feel it, yeah, stomach to my chest Take control of me, go deep Bring it close to me Legs around yo' neck like a rosary I think he hate me, he keeps choking me Told 'em shoot at the club, he got this pole in me Got a different everyday of the week Nobody ever told me about the birds and the bees Get ready for the pressure Head so fire can't knock me down I ain't Keri Hilson, my walls don't lie Hood bitch think she Kerrison and her hips don't lie All dogs go to heaven, what's yours, what's mine Hand full of ice, yeah taking my time Slow down for yo' tongue get tired Too much smoke in the air, I know yo' lungs gon' get tiredTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
